Naïve Maeve.
Before she knew it, she was in the park. She hadn’t meant to come here. She should be catching a bus to the shopping mall so she could buy some more material.
Instead, she moved to the slide. There was no one else around. Probably too chilly for parents to bring their kids today. Climbing to the top, she sat and looked around.
Maybe she was too trusting. And a bit naïve.
Was it a bad thing?
Only . . . she’d trusted the wrong person before and it hadn’t ended well for her.
Stop it, Maeve. He’s gone.
You’re safe.
You’ve got to keep moving forward.
Was she getting itchy to move again? How many times had she moved in the last year, though? Four? Five? More? This might be the longest she’d stayed in one place, and she’d only been here just over a month.
Perhaps she should head to the next town. Only problem was, she didn’t have any money.
And she was tired. Really tired.
It wasn’t the sort of tired that a good night’s sleep would help. This was the sort of exhaustion that came from too much time spent running. From constantly worrying and never being settled.
No, she was going to stay here a bit longer. There was no reason to move.
And one reason to stay.
If he texted her.
She pushed down the slide, letting out a small cry. Damn, that was fun. She might do it again. As she ran around the side of the slide, she thought she could feel someone watching her.
She glanced around but couldn’t see anyone. Probably someone wondering why a grown woman was acting like a child. Well, they should try it. Going down the slide was fun. And it made her feel carefree.
But she headed away from the park. She didn’t need anyone getting all judgmental on her.
Her phone buzzed as she walked to the bus stop. A shiver ran through her. It was a bit chilly. She glanced down at her outfit. Today she had on her favorite gold leggings with her blue velvet dress.
She loved this outfit. She wore these black boots she’d found for a steal at a secondhand store. Her feet were pretty small, so she usually shopped in the children’s area. She had this pair of adorable light-up shoes that were actually for kids. Unfortunately, only one shoe now lit up.
She still adored them.
Drawing her phone out, she stared down at it eagerly. Disappointment hit her when she saw it wasn’t him.
Then she immediately felt bad since the person texting her was one of her favorite people in the whole world.
Immy:Men suck.
Uh-oh.She could guess who she meant by men. Immy had been in love with Jenner since they were teenagers. But he had no idea she existed. While Jenner was also one of her favorite people, Maeve knew what was expected from her right now . . .
Unwavering support and complete agreement.
Actually, she kind of agreed with Immy for once. Men could suck.
Her bus arrived and she took a seat at the front before she texted back.
Maeve:They so do.