CHAPTER SIX
TRAVIS
Viola has me so fired up, I hit the gym extra hard Friday morning. Since I’m off work, I don't have to rush and can do an extra three miles on the treadmill. Maybe that’ll get my mind off her.
I focus on the TV screen in front of me, but no matter how much I fight it, memories of her invade my mind.
It was the first summer I met Viola and Drew, and they had immediately made me feel welcomed into their home. Their parents often invited me to stay for dinner, but I always felt too nervous to accept until I finally ran out of excuses. I knew my parents wouldn’t mind—or even notice—so finally I agreed to stay one night.
Viola sat across the table from me, her brown hair pulled back in pigtails. She twirled one around her fingers and nervously chewed on her lip. Drew sat
