At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

of 5:00 p.m., we were free by 1:30. On the drive back, Ethan offered to come with me.

“I’ll go with you to pick her up.”

I shook my head.

“It’s okay. You finish your emails in the car. I’ll just grab her and we’ll have a lazy Sunday afternoon.”

I remember thinking how nice that sounded.

I pulled up to my parents’ house a little before 2 p.m. The California continue reading …