Chapter 195: Processing His Feelings
Lake's POV
Drew was already in the yard.
This was how it usually worked now. Drew was always there before me—not because he arrived earlier, but because Drew moved very quietly through spaces and was usually already settled in a spot before anyone noticed. He'd be standing by the fence looking at something, or sitting on the bench with his bag on his lap, very still, like he was waiting for information that the world hadn't sent yet.
Today he was looking at a leaf. An actual leaf, from the tree by the east fence, turning it over in his hands with the expression he got when he was studying something.
I ran over.
"Drew."
He looked up. "Lake."
"Did you know," I said, sitting down next to him on the bench without being invited because we were frien
