On a Quiet Street

by Seraphina Nova Glass

It might be possible to get through it to the other side, but maybe not together, Paige

There was a gun next to Caleb’s body, but it wasn’t fired, and there was no gunshot wound.

“So I broke into his garage to see what the deal was, and there’s a dent in his bumper.”

I wanted to end my list with and us. You gave up on us when you did what you did, but he still denies it, and I pretend to believe him.

Drinks with C.

But shortly after I moved to this country that I have no business being in, the terrible night happened, and everything changed. I changed.

I watched My 600-Lb Life, and they’d all had a trauma and then comforted themselves with cheese fries and beef brisket until they had to be forklifted out of their house and sent to Houston for gastric bypass surgery.

“Uhhh, I’m seventeen, and I have a pulse. I think those are the only requirements for knowing what laced means.

But when that sour-basement, dirty-mop-water smell hits me, I’m in that room again. I am in that room, screaming. I’m pleading to get out. I...

If this is what you want, why be married?

Oh, no, Finn Holmon. This is not how this will go. She will not take no for an answer.

I know that, sobbing, he tried to reach into Caleb’s casket and pull his lifeless body up to hold him.

it. “Here’s what I think,” he says, more quietly now. “I don’t know what you did to get it, but I bet you planned to sell it and pull the shit you pulled last time.” He waits for a response.

“He’s mine now.”

suddenly I’m a little uncomfortable giving her to him, and I’m not sure why. It’s just a sense. His body language doesn’t match his smile.

“He’s definitely off,”

I pause and look over at Georgia’s. I want to stop. I want to dismiss the paranoia that always gets me in trouble, but...she should be back. He shouldn’t be home. Something feels wrong.

My name is Nicola Dawson, and I’m finally realizing that I’ll never be her again.

When he swings open the door to the garage, I see the glass. His passenger window has shattered.

Finn, I bet you thought these were from Charlotte, but they’re not. I’m on to you,

“Because I think he killed my son.

If you’re gonna cheat, trade up.”

he has Caleb’s number in his phone and a history of text exchanges with him.

“So Caleb Moretti, he gave me that joint back in January.

He cannot have been the neighborhood drug dealer.

So this is why she changed overnight. She was in love with a guy who didn’t love her back, and then was killed,

don’t know if I have found true friends or if they are both absolutely nuts.

“Plus, the cops are used to reports of me in people’s garages and cars and so they’ll think I’m trying to help find you. Like a vigilante. I’m the only one who can get away with it, I’m telling you.”

“Because he’s Lucas Kinney,”

“There’s a search warrant for your house.”

“Finn,” she says. “They arrested him. He called to tell me because you won’t answer his calls.”

It’s not Finn. Finn didn’t kill Caleb.

“He threatened to tell Lucas that the baby I was pregnant with wasn’t his,”

“That’s Paige’s granddaughter,”

the high road feels like the best revenge.