Honestly, nowhere ever felt like home, so it shouldn’t have a scent. But it does, and it’s somehow attached to Parker. “Logan?” she says. “What are you doing?” “I …” I don’t know. Honestly. I don’t. And being this close to Parker, seeing her big brown eyes blinking up at me, feeling her muscles tense under my grip is only making it harder to locate words. My reaction to her should feel wrong when I think about who Parker was to me—Brandon’s little sister. Was she even in high school when I left Harvest Hollow at eighteen? Before I can scrape up some kind of answer or why things feel completely
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