Chapter 44: Single pringle

It was early December and we gathered outside the Dawsons' house. Porch lights created a warm glow around the entrance.

Annika had brought her packed bags to the front door, ready for the airport. She held onto her coat and stalled at the entrance, waiting to say goodbye to Luke's parents. Jake picked her brown bags up and started to load them into the back of Luke's car.

Austin had also showed up to say goodbye. The three of us were outside, while Annika bid farewell to Mr & Mrs Dawson. I wish I could've heard how that conversation went.

"Where's Luke?" Austin asked me, looking around.

"I think round back," I said, having just come from my own home across the street. Luke wasn't in a rush to join the leaving party.