Weston helped me from the tailgate, and again to the passenger side of his truck. It was beginning to feel like my side, and I liked that. He held my hand as he drove me back to his house, and I felt at ease knowing that even though I was leaving that day, I would be only a few houses away.
Weston noticed that I was lost in thought and squeezed my hand. “Try not to overthink it. It is what it is.”
I touched the necklace that hung perfectly against the little indention between my collar bones, and wondered what it would be like to live as Erin Alderman.
“It’s happenstance,” I whispered.