Jake

I popped the cover on a cold beer, not really planning on drinking it. I just needed something to do with my hands while I scanned the front door.

The house was packed, the music loud enough to drown out all the voices, but I wasn’t feeling it. I kept looking around, my eyes cutting through the crowd of familiar faces, looking for the one person who actually mattered.

Suddenly, a pair of soft, small hands clapped over my eyes from behind.

“Guess who?” a high, sweet voice chirped in my ear.

I didn’t have to guess. I pulled her hands away from my face and turned around. Madison...