Aria
My cellphone buzzed, and when I checked it, it was a message from Owen asking where I was.
I quickly typed back, asking where he was so I could meet him, and he responded almost immediately.
'On your front porch.'
He actually thought I'd be home, but I wasn't, so I hurried and got into the nearest cab, urging the driver to go faster than usual.
By the time we pulled up to my house, he was right there-sitting on the front porch just like he said, waiting quietly with his hands on his knees.
And the moment I stepped out of the cab, his whole face brightened. He gave me that familiar boyish smile that always made me smile back.
But the closer I walked toward him, the quicker that smile died.
It vanished so abruptly that I faltered a bit, wondering what on earth changed in the sp
