Without speaking, she grabs my hand again and pulls me through the parking lot toward a wire fence, and behind that…a football field. Shit! I’m stupid. It’s taken far too long to realize she doesn’t need a friend. She’s here for me. I stop in my tracks, pulling Summer back toward me. “I promise I won’t get you arrested.” She laughs and gives my arm a gentle tug, nodding her head in the direction of the field. The place I feel most at home. “You really are something, Summer,” I whisper, mostly to myself, but secretly hoping she’ll hear me. Her breath hitches, and I know she has.
