Mine Alone

~Aria~

I yanked on a hoodie (black, oversized, perfect for sneaking), shoved my phone in the pocket, and slipped out before Van could come back with fresh sheets and more questions. In no time I got there.

“You came,” he said as he saw me. He pushed off the tree and closed the distance in two strides. “Thought you might chicken out after that family dinner bomb you dropped.”

I swallowed hard.