Another Spring
I got up, got him the medication he needed, and then called out to Miranda, "I'm going out for a bit. Don't wait for me tonight."
The snow outside fell gently. Greyson and I walked along the road, the cold air calming us both. "Nicola, you—"
"Greyson, I came out with you because I don't want anyone to know we know each other. We're not friends who can catch up with each other," I interrupted him.
"I just want to know if you're doing okay." His voice was hoarse, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
I felt utterly disgusted. "I'm doing perfectly well without you! If you keep bothering me, I'll move to a place where you'll never find me again."