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Sutton
Jason and I were driving home from church the next morning when I noticed a big red pickup truck in my driveway. My stomach clenched. So, that was what those missed calls had been about.
“Great,” I grumbled.
That was definitely Maverick’s parents’ truck. They lived outside of Lubbock and must have driven in when they hadn’t heard from me in a while. I hadn’t thought much of it because I was spending more time with David.
But, this morning, I hadn’t even avoided their calls. I’d been in church. Admittedly, Jason and I hadn’t been particularly devout since Mav passed. But, considering the escapades from last night, I’d thought it would be good to put in the effort. Now, I was regretting doing anything if this was the result.
I parked my Audi in the garage and moved to the bac
