Matthew was holding on to my hand, tightly, leading me down the path that had been specially cleared for the occasion, his grip somehow managing to remain comforting, reassuring, despite it’s firmness. We were walking at an oddly slow pace, a pace much slower than I would have thought we would go, especially considering the fact that he had made it seem like we were in such a rush when we had initially left the house.
“How far away does Shane live? I don’t think I’ve ever been to his house before.”
He turned to look at me over his shoulder, turning his head just far enough for his eyes to connect with mine. It lasted for no more than a second before he turned around again, his attention needed on the path that he was leading us down.
“You know… I put s
