Oliver's Driving

Damion

Two days and nothing from Alex. I thought about sending her a text, letting her know I was sorry for my behavior. I knew better than to get mixed up with someone I worked with. I had never done it in the past.

“Are you sad?” Oliver asked from the backseat.

I looked in the mirror. “What? No. Why?”

“You look sad.”

I put on a smile. “I was just deep in thought. I’m not sad.”

I parked the car outside our home, unable to stop myself from looking for her truck. It wasn’t there. I knew it wouldn’t be, but I had to look anyway. Oliver saw what I was feeling. I was bummed. Not sad but bummed. I had ruined something that could have been really good. I had allowed myself to get caught up in a feeling. I had allowed passion to rule my actions. Passion and lust were dangerous emotions.

“Can I go see the horses?” Oliver asked.

“Let’s put your backpack away first,” I told him.

“Okay,” he said, bounding up the steps.

I followed behind him, leaving the door open for a little fresh air in the ho