Zander followed his gaze. Quinn and William were both standing there, just inside the door. “Excuse me, Zander,” Ben said, standing and walking toward them. Zander’s insides slithered down toward the pit of his stomach. The door was too far away to hear what the three of them were saying to each other, but he could see them chatting and nodding, and then, making his insides drop further, this time to his feet, Quinn started walking toward him, alone. He silently counted to ten, wiling himself to be calm, to not say anything to her – anything else to her – that he was going to regret. “Hey,” she said, when she finally reached him. “Hey.” “We didn’t know you guys were out here. It took us a while to find you.” He shrugged, not knowing what to say to that.
