ALEXANDER EIGHT YEARS AGO (Eighteen years old) “You’ve been acting off. Did Bailee do something? Jacob told me she's been weird lately, but I think that's because she has a crush on him. But if she did something to make you uncomfortable, I could talk to her.” Ben asked, catching me looking outsi
BAILEE - PRESENT DAY Ben pulled his hat down lower as he opened the door to the employee entrance, allowing me and Brinley to go in first. The best part about the town hating me and my parents was that they avoided the resort like a plague. Instead, it was flooded with tourists, and tourists we
BALIEEMy father looked stressed as he sat behind his desk, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. He should be. It may be their business, but borrowing that kind of money from my husband should have been something they discussed with me first. At the very least, they should have mention
Ben’s schedule was way more intense than mine was. I worked the same hours every day. He traveled around the country, having practices both in the mornings and the afternoons, and he never had consistent hours because of the time zone shifts. It was just another excuse. “Let’s just get this over w
ALEXANDERIt had been years since I had the freedom to drive through a small town, cruising down the empty streets with the windows down. The air felt thinner, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the elevation difference between the city and here or if the air was just less polluted. Still, as
BAILEEI hadn’t told them what Caleb wanted me to do, but I did tell them he planned to take the resort from them if I didn’t do what he said. We had been discussing our options for almost two hours, and I was exhausted. Brinley had passed out on the couch about an hour in with my mother’s pho
BAILEE SEVEN AND A HALF YEARS AGO (Seventeen Years Old) A light tapping sound against my window made me pull my pencil from my paper, and a smile spread over my face when I saw Alex standing outside with his hood pulled up over his head. The rain was pouring down, and I jumped from my seat as a
ALEXANDER There were too many memories around me, and by the time I made it to my room, I felt drained. Even so, I couldn’t fall back on my bed and pass out like I wanted to because I hadn’t let go of my phone yet. I couldn't miss it when they would call to tell me that my foster parents were d