MEGAN

I REMEMBERED Forrest fluttery kissing my forehead like a butterfly feather and whispered that he had to go. I didn’t know what time he left, but I felt confident that he would keep his words.

When I went down, Mom was already ready for work. “Forrest left already.”

I halted in the middle of the stairs, feeling my cheeks flared. I was mortified that Mom knew that Forrest visited me last night.

Mom smiled. “No need to feel embarrassed. I knew Forrest would come. He asked where were you staying and he didn’t give me any choice not to give him the address. You know that I have a...