Now that theyâve both been dragged back to Saltwater, Maine, they might just realize itâs where they belong. Together.
âWhat are you sorry for, Ivy?â Ah, the old Sawyer is back. He never let me get away with vague statements. He always made me explain them. Big fan of honesty, that boy.
âIâm sorry for a lot of things.â I look down at my shoes. Our toes are almost touching.
âMaybe . . . maybe we can sit down and talk about some of them. Itâs . . . itâs really good to see you.â I look up from his feet and see that heâs serious. God, itâs good to see him. I didnât know how much I missed him until he popped up in my life again.
âItâs good to see you, too. I have to get home, but maybe later? Where are you living now?â
âIâm back at home, but they built me a place over the garage. Come around five and weâll talk. Iâll make sure I have plenty of vanilla Coke and Red Vines.â The mention of the Coke and Red Vines makes my heart stutter for a moment.
âYou still remember that?â
âI couldnât forget if I wanted to. See you at five.â With that he backs the cart up and vanishes down another aisle.
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