“I want us to go back to Meadowlark.” Dusty ran his hands through his blond hair. I couldn’t really see his face in the dark—only what was lit by the moonlight coming in our bedroom window. “Cam…I have a job.” “I know. We can go home when the season is over next week.” I heard Dusty sigh. “I…I don’t want to go home, Cam. This was my plan. I’ve been waiting for this my whole life—a chance to explore.” It felt like someone had kicked me in the back of my knees. “Okay,” I said, frustration bubbling under my skin. “But my plan was to go to college, and I changed it for you. For us.” “I never asked
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