everything,” she told me one night. “I thought running away was my only option.”
“Perhaps we’re both running.”
Grant studied me.
“I’ve finished running. Have you?”
For the first time, I realized I wasn’t hiding from Kyle anymore. I was building a life that had nothing to do with him.
“No,” I replied. “I’m going to start over.”
Our friendship deepened gradually. Grant repaired Aunt May’s porch railing, replaced broken locks, and installed motion-sensor lights without making me feel helpless. He never tried to control my decisions. He simply stood
