Macey
By the time Mikey turned off the main road, I knew exactly where we were going.
“The farm?”
He glanced over at me.
“Maybe.”
I looked through the windshield at the familiar stretch of road ahead, the dark fields opening up on both sides beneath the winter sky.
“You are terrible at surprises.”
“I got you this far.”
“That was because Olivia distracted me.”
“Still counts.”
Rocky shifted in the back seat, his head pushing between us as if he needed to be included.
I scratched behind his ears.
“So why are we here?”
“You’ll see.”
That answer again.
Normally I would have kept pushing.
Tonight, I didn’t.
There was something about Mikey that felt different. He wasn’t acting nervous exactly, but he was quieter than usual, like he was carrying around a thought he didn’t know how
