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It's been a few days since my aunt left for her trip to South America, and I've spent most of that time indoors, relaxing, reading, and writing—and avoiding the heat

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It's been a few days since my aunt left for her trip to South America, and I've spent most of that time indoors, relaxing, reading, and writing—and avoiding the heat. But today, I need to get out of the house.

Before Jannie left, I asked her for the way to the closest cemetery, and that's where I'm heading. Some people think I'm weird because I spend so much time at places like the graveyard, but it's an excellent location to sit down and think when I need inspiration for my book. The quiet and peaceful solitude helps me clear my head and focus on the story I'm writing, and that's exactly what I need right now.

When I reach my destination, I take a look around. Yes, this is perfect. It's deserted like a place such as this usually is. But as I make my way through the rows of tombstones, I spot a figure sitting on the ground in front of a grave a few feet ahead.

The closer I get, the surer I am that I know the guy who sits there plucking the grass and rolling it through his fingers before throwing it to the side. He looks deep in thought as he stares at the tombstone in front of him. I almost feel sorry for him with that sad expression on his face, but then I remember how he unjustifiably yelled at me the other day, and my compassion towards him decreases.  

Philip came by the day after his son, who I now know to be Aaron, had paid me a visit. He apologized for his son's rude behavior and explained that the two of them always fight about his eating habits, which made Aaron snap. Philip reassured me he would tell him to make it up to me. But that is silly, of course, as we're all adults here. No one needs to be told how to apologize.

And that's why I'm about to turn around and avoid him like the adult I am when Aaron suddenly lifts his head and our gazes meet. He looks away, but his eyes dart back to me, and I see recognition in them. I consider waving and leaving, but he jumps up, wipes his hands on his shorts, and moves a step towards me. So I continue on my way until I stand in front of him.

He clears his throat. "Hey... Kaitlyn," he says in a soft voice, and he gives me a smile that makes me utterly oblivious to the fact that I'm mad at him.

"Hi," I say hesitantly. I want to say more, but he holds up his hand.

"I'm sorry about the other day," he starts. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I'm not even gonna try to give you some lame excuse for my behavior. It was wrong, and I hope we can start over."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Did your dad tell you to tell me that?"

He bites his lips before he answers, "Yeah, he did. I'm grounded until you accept my apology."

I raise my eyebrows at him, and he grins at me mischievously. "Please say you forgive me."

I study him for a moment, pretending to think about my answer. But to be honest, there is something about this guy with the slightly curly brown hair and hazel eyes that draws me in. Throw in his charming smile, and I don't even care that he's way too sure of himself.

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