Carrigan
I couldn’t believe the rain wasn’t letting up. In fact, it was getting worse.
I spent almost twenty hours traveling, taking five separate buses. When I finally walked off the final one and into Maine, I could tell the temperature had dropped drastically. I changed in the bathroom because my bar outfit felt stuck to my skin. I threw the clothes into an empty trash bag in the sanitation trash. Then I took the bag and shoved it into my bag. I pulled out a white T-shirt and one of the two pairs of jeans I owned. It reminded me of the first time I went to Royce’s place. The date that he told me about Kit and opened his past up to me in hopes we’d grow to understand each other more.
We had.