Chapter 8

Edie shook that thought away. Romance wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, and she knew thatfirst hand.

She followed the school bus down the back roads towards the McConnell house—it wasn’t until she finally pulled off on the right street that she remembered there was an elementary school in the neighborhood. She would have to find an alternate route on school days, or risk running behind schedule while waiting for the kids to get onboard. Buses really hadn’tstopped as frequently when she was younger; Edie remembered having to walk several blocks to the stop, and none of the other kids waiting there lived on that street, either. Was that a safety feature, or were kids too lazy to walk too far anymore?