L I A M
The drive to Zac’s house was a quiet one. Rowan sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, while I kept my focus on the road ahead. We had agreed to pick him up from his house and spend the afternoon together, and I was glad for the distraction.
As we pulled up to his driveway, I could see that his parents' car was gone, and I hoped that meant he was alone. The last thing we needed was an awkward encounter with his dad, who had always been wary of me.
I parked the car and climbed out, taking a deep breath as I walked towards the front door. I could feel Rowan's nervous energy radiating off him, and I hoped he would at least make an attempt to be civil.
As I knocked on the door, I heard shuffling footsteps and then the click of the lock. The door opened, and Zac was stan
