I stood alone outside the county clerk's office for a few minutes, cold wind cutting into me. I thought I'd feel free. Instead, my chest just went hollow.In a daze, I noticed Cassidy's car pulling back around. I figured she had something else to say. The window rolled down, showing half her face."Come with me somewhere," she said, cold."Where?" I frowned."Preston's welcome-home dinner. He said it's not every day he gets back into the country, and you used to be his best friend. You can't just skip it."The word "friend" hit like a needle straight to my temple.Not many people knew that Preston Crowe and I used to be thick as thieves. Back then, Cassidy had been an unpolished nobody, chasing after Preston relentlessly. Preston hadn't wanted anything to do with her, so to shake her off, he'd pushed her onto me.He'd told me with a grin, "Arnold, Cassidy's a good one. Why don't you give her a try?"I hadn't known anything about the history between the two of them at the time.
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