Chapter 9

When I pulled into the driveway, I sat in the car for a minute with my head against the seat. I got out to bring my things inside and heard a familiar vehicle driving down the road. I rolled my eyes and stayed inside, hoping it wouldn't pull into the driveway.

I got occupied pouring juice when I heard a knock on the door. I stood at the counter, contemplating on even going to the door.

“June, please open the door. I know you’re home.” The familiar voice said, sadly. I walked over to the door and took a deep breath before opening.

“What do you want, Harvey?” I sighed.

“Ca-can I come in please?” He stuttered. I stepped to the side and let him walk in. He was skinnier and sick-looking compared to how he was when I last saw him. “I’m really sorry, Junie.”

“Don’t call me that. My name is June.” I said, sternly.

“I’m sorry.” He ran his hand through his hair. I remembered the times he would come over late and lay in my lap with sadness and guilt written on his face, as I played with his hair