Noah
I was walking away from her house when I heard Uncle Webb call my name. “Hey Noah! Come eat. Your dad is here. Your mom and Beth went to a play at the school.”
I turn and see Caylee staring at me. She has a strand of her hair in her hand pulling it across her chin. That’s what she does when she’s nervous. Is she nervous about me? Have I been staring at her too much? I’m trying not to but I’ve seen her more in the last two weeks than normal.
“Sounds great Uncle Webb.” He claps me on the back and I step into the familiar house. The smell of something delicious greets my nose. My mom is a good cook but Aunt Sof is like a gourmet chef. Even Mom loves to come eat over here. And even though the smell reminds me of some of the bleakest months of my life, the comfort this house and its oc
