Cameron

“C’mon, Trin.” I hold her hand as we cross the parking lot of the elementary school. First grade has been a good time for her, from what I can tell. Looking down at her, the remnants of the stitches on her face remind me of how quickly life can change. How Nat and I haven’t told Gauge about us yet. It sticks in my chest and I desperately want to abide by her wishes but, at the same time, I’m all in. I want everyone to know I’ve finally chosen someone to share ...