Chapter Eleven
Evan
I haven’t seen Mr. Andrews close up for a few years. He no longer attends the Chamber of Commerce meetings—Mrs. Andrews does. I’m not sure how my parents are with Seth if and when they run into him, but his parents are usually cordial to me.
Seth steps back to meet me on my side of the cart. We’re shoulder to shoulder and all the nausea from an hour ago stirs in my stomach like a witch’s brew.
“Dad?” Seth says.
Mr. Andrews watches his son put his arm around my shoulders. Seth’s smooth movements make it seem as though he’s done this a million times, while I remain stiff and uncomfortable.
“Can I have a word, Seth?” His dad doesn’t wait for a response but heads past us down the aisle and turns.
Seth looks at me and winks before following his dad.
While I slide the
