[Ford]Once I was home and put away my bike, I went to find Rao. He was sitting on the couch in the main living room of the house. I sat next to him. “You okay, Rao?” I asked.

[Madison]Moran turned down a dirt road. A quarter mile down the road, was a large gate attached to a high stone wall. He hit a box on the sun-visor and the gate opened for us. We continued through a thin, man-made wood. Two large trees marked the end of the drive and the beginning of the yard. Moran pulled up to the house so we wouldn’t have to carry the luggage as far.

[Madison] I let go of Ford and went back to the entryway to get the bag of electronics. Once Moran gave me the Wi-Fi password, I quickly downloaded

[Madison] Early Saturday morning, I woke up and stared at Ford. He was gorgeous when he slept. His long dark eye lashes, the slight redness in his full lips from where he would sometimes chew them in his sleep, the shadow of his unshaved facial hair. He was like a renaissance paint

[Rao] Serena sat next to me and leafed through a magazine. I watched her and, though I was a little spacy from the pills, wanted to try and fix what I’d messed up. I just hoped she’d forgive me.