Waylon went to stay at Andy’s, and about an hour into my shift he texted to tell me he was spending the night. I told him all the time that he was bound to wear out his welcome, but it wasn’t true. Andy’s parents didn’t mind at all. Thank goodness. I had been working two nights a week at Gordon’s Gym, sometimes three nights, and they let him stay there. No questions asked. I hadn’t heard anything from Sawyer since earlier that day. I hoped she’d call before it was time to go to work, but it didn’t happen. The only thing I had to do at the gym was clean the weights, so the night should pass by fairly quickly. Or so I’d hoped. “Hey Travis,” I recognized the voice of my boss’s daughter behind me. “Hey Brenna,” I gave her a nod. She was a sweet girl about my age. She worked here sometimes, when she came home from school. I’d known her for many years. We were practically brother and sister.
