The summer wind rustled through the trees and brought a coolness across my skin, somehow reminding me of what I experienced at church, that feeling of being on the edge of something amazing, but not knowing what it was. It was then that I realized that if there was anyone I could trust, it would be her.

We fished for a while, and talked about all sorts of things. We didn’t catch anything, though. As we were walking back, she told me that on Friday nights, they walked downtown to hang out. Cutler kept threatening to ride his bike, she said, but he never did. I had never seen Tarrant at night. I was looking forward to it.