His to Ruin
As I passed Leo's room, the door was open, his bed neatly made, the air inside smelling of cedar and laundry detergent.
I kept walking.
The library was a wash of autumn colors, the trees exploding in shades of red and gold against the grey sky. The air was crisp and cool, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of snow.
I found a bench near the science building, pulling my jacket tighter around me. The octopus pendant was a warm weight against my chest, a secret I carried with me.
My phone buzzed again.
Jax: So, random question. Have you ever been to the aquarium in Milwaukee?