Loved. Morgan Rice

      So, she was at Oakville. And a senior. Maybe he’d go back to school, too. Hell, yeah. If she was there, why not?

      “Yeah, sure, whatever,” he said, as casually as he could. “Why not? Love to check it out.”

      They turned and walked together, back towards the house. As they did, Sam walked passed his crumpled pack of cigarettes, reached down and picked them up. With Caitlin gone, who cared?

      “So, then, are you, like, new here?” Sam asked.

      He knew it was a stupid question. She’d already told him that she was. But he didn’t know what else to say. He was never good at conversation.

      She just smiled. “Something like that.”

      “Why here?” he added. “I mean, no offense, but this town sucks.”

      “Long story,” she said mysteriously.