Chapter 30 The Park

MIRA'S POV

The chill in the air smells like dead leaves and the promise of rain, and I'm sitting on a bench near the empty playground, hands shoved in my jacket pockets, watching a squirrel bury something in the dirt.

It's 1:55.

Caleb said 2:00.

I shouldn't be here. Should've said no when he ask...

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