11
Marcus
I had hoped to run home and shower before heading to pick up Lily. I doubt you have to ask why. Cat doesn’t need to see me in my jeans and boots covered in sawdust. Not that I was going to put on cologne and a f*****g tuxedo, but a clean pair of jeans or shorts would’ve been better than this. As usual though, time wasn’t on my side.
I run my hands through my hair and little chunks of wood fall to the gravel path below.
Story of my life. Running from one place to the other.
When I arrive, all the kids are outside the cabin playing a game of hide and seek. My footsteps slow when I see Cat sitting down on a bench, placing a Band-Aid on one of the kids. She blows some loose blonde strands of hair blocking her vision out of her face only to have them fly up and fall right where t
