Laura was accepted to a college three states away. She packed her room in cardboard boxes, erasing herself from the house where she’d grown up. On the last night, she walked to the oak tree behind the football field. The bark had grown over most of the carving, but she could still make out the K and the L , wound together like vines.
“Don’t be.” Katrina stopped in front of her. “I broke up with him because I kept thinking about someone else.” She glanced at the tree, then back at Laura. “Someone who’s been writing my name for seven years.”
Laura’s heart stopped. “Just… doodling.”
