Chapter 73
The old window was still stuck halfway the way it always had when they were teenagers. Cole braced his shoulder against the frame and gave it one firm shove. It groaned open just enough for them to slip through onto the low side-porch roof.
“Graceful as ever,” Sage whispered, trying not to laugh as she swung one leg out.
“I was graceful once,” Cole muttered, steadying her with both hands until her sneakers found solid footing. “Then puberty and suspension happened. Now I just hope I don’t fall off my own house.”
They dropped the short distance to the grass below, landing in a soft crouch like they had done a hundred times before.
The side path that wound behind the garage and along the fence line was still the same quiet escape route it had been years ago — half-hidden by
