Chapter 3She worried the strap of her small bookbag between her fingers, gaze scanning the park and taking in all the sights. A couple enjoyed a picnic while their children played on the swings nearby. A man occupied one of the tables, typing away at a laptop. A lone girl, likely somewhere in her teens, read a book under a tree. They all seemed at ease, fine with their surroundings, but Sage Arrows was the exact opposite. While she frequented the park on numerous occasions this would be the first time she’d come to meet a stranger, one she met on the internet no less; did that make her some sort of statistic?
Butterflies in her stomach, forget it, more like spiders tying things in pretty webbed knots. Sage momentarily chewed the inside of her cheek, all while trying out a calming mantra t
