Chapter 102

Leighton

I never realized how dark it is at night, especially out in the country, until I’m stuck in it. At my childhood home, I never went outside at night by myself. I wasn’t one of those kids who liked to catch lightening bugs. The dark has always scared me. Usually when I’m at home with Holden, we’re inside or we’re outside together. I have to admit I’m spooked to be waiting on him. I can hear all the sounds of the wilderness and my imagination starts running wild. Nobody escaped from jail recently, did they? Or maybe there’s some weird serial killer in the woods looking for their next victim.

“You’re prime pickin’ for them if they are, Leighton,” I whisper as I turn the car back on, turn up the radio, and hope to drown out the sound of my own thoughts. Hoping like hell Sam Hunt can lure me into a sense of safety, I sing along to every song I know.