(Vaughn)
I drove back to Donovan's house with the bag from my locker sitting on the passenger seat.
Just some personal items. A few things I'd left behind when Sloane kicked me out. Nothing important. But I couldn't leave them there forever.
The drive to Ballard took twenty minutes. Traffic was light for a Saturday afternoon.
When I pulled into Donovan's driveway, he was outside watering the small patch of lawn in his front yard. He looked up when I parked and turned off the hose.
"Get everything you needed?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just some stuff from my locker."
I grabbed the bag and followed him inside. The house smelled like coffee and something cooking on the stove. Donovan went to the kitchen and I dropped the bag in the spare room he'd given me.
When I came back out, he was pourin
