Chapter 161: Lost boy

Luke Dawson lives in my mind, rent free. He's who I think of when I try to sleep. He's who I compare every boy to. Healthy or unhealthy, my mind loops back to Luke. Always. I ran across the street, zipping my brown jacket up to my chin. The letter was folded in my jacket pocket, and I held onto it like it was my most precious possession. Luke's jeep wrangler was parked outside his driveway. It hadn't been there when I first came home, so he probably just got back from wherever he's been. I reached the Dawsons' flower bushes and resisted temptation to pluck some daisies. I was here on a mission. But I didn't want to knock on the front door because I didn't want to see his parents. They've been so rude to my family and to me, that I didn't want to put myself in a submissive position again. I walked around the flower bushes to the side of their house and stared up at Luke's bedroom window. This would be so much easier if Luke hadn't left the bar earl