LOGINThe plane finally landed.
Haelyn stepped out and immediately frowned. The airport was small. Too small. It looked nothing like the big, clean airports she was used to. There were only a few people around. She dragged her suitcase behind her and pulled out her phone. No signal bars at first. Then one weak bar appeared. She ordered a taxi through an app, then stood outside with her arms crossed, still wearing her designer sunglasses. A few minutes later, an old-looking taxi pulled up. The driver rolled down the window. He was a middle-aged man with a tired face. “You Haelyn?” he asked. She raised an eyebrow. “It’s Miss Eastwood.” The man just stared at her for a second, then sighed. “Just get in.” She wrinkled her nose as she opened the back door. The inside of the car smelled like old leather. She sat down carefully, making sure her dress didn’t touch too much of the seat. “Where to?” the driver asked. She gave him the address her father had written on the paper. The man nodded and started driving. After a few minutes of silence, Haelyn pulled out her phone again and started recording. “Okay guys,” she said. “I’ve officially arrived in the middle of nowhere. Look at this place.” She pointed the camera out the window at the empty roads and old buildings. The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Can you not record me?” Haelyn didn’t look up. “I’m not recording you. I’m recording the view.” “You’re pointing the camera this way.” She rolled her eyes. “Then look away.” The driver shook his head and kept driving. A few minutes later, Haelyn spoke again. “Can you drive faster? This is taking forever.” “I’m already going the speed limit.” “Well the speed limit is clearly too slow.” The man didn’t reply. She continued talking to her phone. “I can’t believe my parents sent me here. There’s nothing. No malls. No club. Nothing.” The driver finally spoke. “You know, some people live here just fine.” Haelyn looked up. “Good for them. I don’t plan on staying long.” “You always talk this much?” “You always this rude?” she shot back. The man let out a short, humorless laugh. “Rude? You’re the one sitting in my car complaining about everything.” Haelyn’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me? I’m paying you.” “You haven’t paid me yet.” “I will. Just drive.” The tension in the car grew thicker. A few minutes later, she made a face. “Does this car always smell like this?” That was the last straw. The driver suddenly pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car hard. Haelyn jerked forward. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He turned around and looked at her directly. “Get out.” She stared at him. “What?” “I said get out of my car.” “You can’t be serious.” “I am. I’ve been driving people for fifteen years. I’ve never had someone talk to me the way you just did. Get out.” Haelyn’s mouth opened in shock. “Do you know who I am?” “I don’t care who you are. Get out of my car.” She sat there for a second, completely stunned. “Fine!” she snapped. She grabbed her suitcase, pushed the door open, and stepped out. “Your car is disgusting anyway!” The driver didn’t say another word. He just drove off, leaving her standing on the side of the quiet road with her suitcase and her phone. Haelyn stood there, breathing hard, looking around. There was nothing. No people. No shops. Just trees, an empty road, and the sound of her own angry breathing. “Unbelievable,” she muttered. She pulled out the paper with the address again and started walking, dragging her suitcase behind her.. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath. “Utterly ridiculous.” The road was quiet. There were trees on both sides and barely any cars passing by. Every time she heard an engine, she quickly stepped closer to the road and raised her hand. The first car drove right past her. She frowned. “Are you serious?” Another one came a minute later. She waved harder. It didn’t stop. “Oh, come on!” she shouted after it. She kept walking, her heels making it even more difficult. Her feet were already starting to hurt, and the suitcase wasn’t light. The sun was also beginning to feel stronger than before. Another car appeared in the distance. Haelyn stepped almost into the middle of the road and waved both hands this time. The car slowed down for a second… then drove past her anyway. “Rude!” she yelled. She stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, before continuing down the road. “I can’t believe this,” she said to herself. “First the flight, then the taxi driver, and now no one wants to stop. What is wrong with this place?” Her phone had almost no signal. She tried calling her mother, but it wouldn’t go through. She tried again. Nothing. After walking for what felt like forever, her legs were aching and her patience was completely gone. Her once-perfect hair was sticking to her neck, and her sunglasses kept sliding down her face because of the sweat. Finally, she saw a house in the distance. It wasn’t big, but it looked better than standing in the middle of nowhere. There was a car parked outside and the door wasn’t fully closed. Haelyn let out a breath of relief. “Thank God.” She dragged her suitcase toward the house, already planning what she was going to say. Someone here had to help her. Or at least let her use their phone. She walked up to the front door and knocked. No answer. She knocked again, harder this time. Still nothing. Annoyed, she pushed the door slightly. It opened with a soft creak. “Hello?” she called out as she stepped inside. “Is anyone home? I need help. My taxi driver just dumped me on the road like some kind of—” She stopped talking. Then the door suddenly slammed shut behind her.Haelyn woke up before the sun fully rose.For a few seconds she just lay there staring at the ceiling, hoping it was still Saturday. It wasn’t. The light coming through the curtains was different.Sunday.She sat up slowly. The dress was still hanging on the wardrobe door where she’d left it. Haelyn dragged herself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She washed her face with cold water, brushing her teeth longer than necessary just to waste time. When she looked in the mirror, her eyes looked a little tired. She hadn’t slept well.Back in the room, she took the dress off the hanger and laid it on the bed. She stood there staring at it for a long moment before finally pulling off her shirt and stepping into it. The fabric was soft against her skin. She reached behind her and struggled with the zipper for a few seconds before managing to pull it up.It fit the same way it had the first time.She tied the ribbon at the waist slowly, fingers slightly unsteady. When she was done, she s
sorry it's short.Haelyn’s hands were still twisted in Dean’s shirt when the panic hit her.The second the heat of the kiss started to fade, everything else rushed in — the fact that she’d just cried in front of him, the fact that her parents still hadn’t called, the fact that she’d walked downstairs and kissed him like she needed it. Her stomach dropped.She let go of his shirt and stepped back so fast she almost stumbled.Dean’s hands fell away from her waist. He didn’t try to pull her back. He just looked at her, breathing a little harder than usual, waiting.Haelyn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand like she could erase what just happened. Her face felt hot. Her eyes were still puffy from crying.“That didn’t mean anything,” she said quickly.Dean’s expression didn’t change much, but something in his eyes cooled a little. “Okay.”“I mean it.” Her voice came out sharper than she intended. “I was upset. That’s all. Don’t stand there looking at me like it was some big moment.”
Haelyn came downstairs late in the morning. Her eyes were still a little swollen from the night before, but she’d washed her face and pulled her hair back like that would somehow make her look fine. Dean was in the kitchen when she walked in. He glanced up from the coffee he was making. “Morning.” She didn’t answer. She just stood there for a second, then held out her hand. “I need your phone.” Dean looked at her for a moment, then reached into his pocket and gave it to her without asking why. She took it and stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind her. Her hands were already slightly shaky as she typed in her mom’s number. She pressed the phone to her ear and waited. It rang. And rang. Then the voicemail kicked in. Haelyn closed her eyes. She hung up and tried again. Same thing. Straight to voicemail after a few rings. She switched to her dad’s number. Her thumb hovered over the call button for a second before she pressed it. It rang twice, then went to voicem
Haelyn sat on the edge of the bed staring at the dress hanging on the wardrobe door.It was simple. Soft cream color, vintage-looking, nothing fancy. The kind of dress someone in a small town would call “nice.” To her it looked like something she’d never pick in a million years. No design, no real shape, just plain fabric and a ribbon at the waist.She hated it.Dean had brought it back yesterday from town and left it in her room without saying much. Just, “Try it on later.” Like it was normal. Like this whole thing was normal.Now it was two days before the wedding and everything felt too real.She heard him moving around downstairs. After a while his voice came up the stairs.“We need to leave soon.”Haelyn didn’t answer right away. She dragged herself up, pulled on a regular shirt and jeans, and left the dress hanging there. She wasn’t putting it on yet. Not unless she had to.Downstairs, Dean was by the door with his keys.“Where are we going?” she asked, even though she already h
Haelyn was already in a mood before the knock came.She’d been sitting at the kitchen table picking at a piece of toast she didn’t even want, replaying the night before for the hundredth time. The kiss. The way Dean had looked at her. The fact that she hadn’t pushed him away fast enough. It was irritating her more than she wanted to admit.Then someone knocked.Dean went to open the door. The second Haelyn heard the soft voice, her shoulders tensed.“Hi,” Lola said. “My mom sent extra bread. And some jam.”Of course she did.Dean stepped aside to let her in. Lola walked into the kitchen with that same careful little smile, red hair neat, basket in her hands like she was performing some kind of good deed. Her eyes found Dean first, then flicked over to Haelyn.“Oh. Hi.”Haelyn leaned back in her chair. “You again.”Lola’s smile faltered slightly. “I just came to drop this off.”“People in this town really love dropping things off,” Haelyn said, voice dry. “Bread, jam, advice. What’s ne
Haelyn couldn’t sleep.The room felt warm, and her mind wouldn’t shut up. After a while she gave up, pushed the blanket off, and sat up. Her throat was dry. She was still wearing one of Dean’s old shirts. It slipped off one shoulder as she stood.She went downstairs quietly. A light was on in the kitchen.Dean sat at the table with a glass of water, sleeves rolled up. He looked up when she walked in.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.“Just needed water.”She filled a glass and drank half of it before turning to face him. The kitchen felt smaller at night. She was very aware of how short the shirt was.“You’ve been quiet since town,” she said.“Have I?”“Yes.”Dean leaned back in his chair. His eyes moved over her once — the bare legs, the loose shirt — then back to her face.“Is this about Lola?” she asked.“No.”“She likes you.”“I know.”Haelyn frowned. “That’s all you’re going to say?”“What else do you want me to say?”“I don’t know. Something.”Dean stood up. The quiet stretched betwee







