Pulling out of the parking lot, he lost sight of her as she disappeared in the forest. Weaving down the familiar road, Connor was reminded of something Mrs. Hayes had told him earlier that day. ‘She is drawn to you and she is more than you think.’ But she couldn’t have meant Laren, could she? He thought about this and all the other questions he didn’t have answers to on his way home. By the time he reached his house, he was no closer to an answer than when he had left. It was about six now. His mother would still be at the shop getting ready to close up. He parked his truck and walked up the perfectly shaped square cement blocks that led to his house. Opening the screen, he pushed in his key, heard the familiar click, and let himself in. Wasting no time, he hopped in the shower and scrubbed the sweat from his body. It felt amazing. The hot water washed over him and took any sign of his earlier run with it. In minutes he was standing in his room, towel wrapped around his waist, studying his wardrobe.
