Suggestions

Scott grins. “I don’t care. We could go to the lake…go to Mom and Pop’s…get ice cream…or we could go get that ring that’s going to look oh so nice on that finger of yours.” His eyes dance with that thought, his smile not fading.


On the road again. Carson taps his finger on the steering wheel, his thoughts going a hundred miles an hour. No one knew what would happen. No one knew the consequences he and Misty would have to endure. But they had to return. It was right.

The ride is quiet. Carson’s thumb runs over Misty’s hand as the miles pass, but not many words are spoken, almost as if vocalizing thoughts will make the time go by too quickly.

Towards dark, Carson pulls over to the side of the road and finally calls Nate. “Hey, Nate…it’s Carson. Misty and I are coming back. We’ll be in town around midnight. We’re…heading straight for the station. I’d appreciate it if you told Reese and came with him. We might need your testimony you promised.”