I’d never forget that house.
Every piece of chipped paint. Every c***k in the sidewalk. Every step it would take to go up the patio and through that door. I’d never forget the yard, or the manmade lake it was on.
The temperature was burned in my memory.
It was hot. It was unnaturally hot. My shirt stuck to Cross’ chest. There was a sweet smell in the air, mingling with our sweat. I remembered noticing that, and then feeling the goosebumps on my skin.
Everything was wrong that day.
I was usually the dark one. Cross was my light. We’d switched roles today. And that, somehow, was wrong too.
Jordan was the reasonable one.
Zellman wasn’t even here.
All of it. All wrong.
I thought all of that before Cross opened the door. I hadn’t moved from his lap, but it didn’t matter.
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