Chapter Five
Twelve Years Ago
Sheridan
I haven’t seen Trey all week, which is beyond strange. He’s never given me any reason to feel insecure about him. About us.
In fact, since that night on the beach when I made the first move and plunked down beside him at the fire, all his focus has been on me. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t hang with his buddies, Garrett and Jared, but that’s usually if I’m too busy.
This week, though, he’s been working on motorcycles and hanging out at Garrett’s every day after school. He told me he wouldn’t be able to give me a ride home today when I ate with him at lunch, and he’s been distracted and quiet—not that he was ever Mr. Talkative.
It’s Friday night and I text him after dinner. A bunch of kids are going up on the mesa to drink and hang out. It’s the u
