wanted to be left out. He played for no more than five minutes the whole season.
The trophy said he had the most steals for the season. William hadn't touched the
ball once.
He dropped the trophy onto his old desk. The room appeared as if it hadn't been
touched since William moved out. Being there made him feel like he was eighteen
again.
He half expected his father to knock on the door and tell him it was time to go to
school.
William lay on the bed and opened the drawer of his nightstand. There were a few
papers in it with words or phrases scribbled on them. Underneath the pages he saw
his senior yearbook.
He grabbed it and studied the cream cover. It featured the school mascot, an eagle.
He opened it and turned to his senior photo. He was leaning against a tree with an
awkward smile on his face. He wore a flannel shirt, making him look like a
lumberjack.
He flipped the page.
The blue eyes made him notice her. The photo felt more alive than the others. Most
of the photos on the page felt stiff compared to hers. She was standing by an easel
holding a paint brush. The background even had those cheesy lasers. She felt
familiar to William, but he couldn't place her.
“Casey Harlow,” William muttered.
“Harlow,” he muttered again.
He knew he had seen her somewhere other than school but couldn't place it. He ran
his index finger across the photo.
He heard Willow's car pull into the driveway. He closed the yearbook and put it