C33 Never Cross a Meadow

MEGAN

I REMEMBERED Forrest fluttery kissing my forehead like a butterfly feather and whispered that he had to go. I didn’t know what time he left, but I felt confident that he would keep his words.

When I went down, Mom was already ready for work. “Forrest left already.”

I halted in the middle of the stairs, feeling my cheeks flare