Hunter
I went straight to Michelle’s house the moment I rolled into town. It was a little after seven, so I was surprised to see her house was dark. Not one light was on. I frowned as I walked up to her door and knocked. I waited for a minute and knocked again. Cursing and wishing I had my phone, I looked up and down the street. I didn’t see Michelle’s car. Will the h*ll was she at seven at night?
“Helllloo, Are you looking for Michelle?”
I looked to see where the voice came from. An older woman was sitting on her porch, rocking back and forth in a rocking chair with a glass of what looked like ice tea in her hand.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m Rayna’s father, I came to visit.”
“Oh, well, you would think she would have told you,” she said, eyeing me.
“Told me what? I’ve been out of town
