It's been months since I left Hawk in that trailer. Neither of us has seen the other, except for the night I saw him in the driveway and I'm not sure if I ever want to see him again. No, that's a lie. I do want to see him again, but I'd like to break his heart as hard as he broke mine.
I'm typing up some legal paperwork, not paying attention to what's going on around me when I hear the chiming of the bell, signaling someone coming into the office. Glancing up from what I'm working on, my eyes go immediately to the shoes the man standing in front of me wears. They're black, shining brightly, and lead up into dark green polyester pants.
Immediately I know they belong to someone with the Creek County Sheriff's Department. It's not unusual for a deputy to come in; I usually see them any give
