Kacie

I followed him out to the car. My eyes take in the way his muscles move as he walks. He’s wearing sweatpants, a loose t-shirt, and a hoodie pulled down over his forehead. There’s a bag in each hand. We hadn’t spoken and I needed to speak about it. I needed us to figure this out.

I prayed we didn’t bump into anyone or see anyone. We weren’t in the mood for conversation and I kept close behind him. My heart ached and my mind was blank. He opened the door for me and I walked past ...