Chapter 18 - But You're Coming Undone

Willow

Reid hasn’t started his car yet, so we remain sitting in silence. I know what was running through his head because I was thinking the same: he was about to kiss me, and I would have let him. I’m pretty sure this changed things between us as we were bordering on the line we were not allowed to cross.

Should I wait for him to speak first?

Then he sighs and starts the car. “I was wondering,” he begins when turning into the winding road leading away from his parent’s place. “If your parents abandoned you in a park and you grew up in an orphanage, who named you?”

I look over at him and chuckle, so that’s what he’s been thinking about?

“It’s a stupid story. The park bench on where they found me was next to a willow tree. The plaque on the bench said that a Creed family from New England donated it.” I say, recounting what the orphanage matron had told me.

He turns his head and smiles at me, “That’s not a stupid story a