It wasn’t a far walk from Trip’s.
And it wasn’t a hard house to find.
Billy had once told me it was the only house on the block that looked like it would still be standing after an earthquake. And seeing as I had pretty much survived a natural disaster of my own, I figured we had that in common and me dropping by way too early in the morning might be okay.
Mace opened the door and peeked out. “What are you—”
I didn’t answer.
Sometimes there are no words.
And sometimes.
Sometimes you just might be surprised by the people in your life who don’t need to hear any. Mace hesitated. For just a second. Then she opened the door a little wider. And let me in.