SKYLAR
The sound of birds chirping overhead calms me in a way the city never could. I sit on the porch with my feet resting on Keith's thighs, both of us nursing cans of beer under the open sun. He looks absurdly happy to have me here. He hasn't stopped grinning since I arrived.
"It feels good to have you back, Sky."
I glance past him and nod. "At least you think so."
He follows my gaze to the kitchen window, where his parents hover badly out of sight. His mouth quirks. "They know I can see them peeking, right?"
"I don't think they do." He turns back to me and starts massaging my feet, thumbs pressing into the arches like he's done it a hundred times before. "They're just glad you're okay. They've always talked about you with so much worry. Seeing you now probably answers a lot of questions for them."
