I pushed my way through the Friday night crowd of Lethbridge, trying to make it to one, white painted house in the rich suburbs of the city. Miles’s house.
My heart was thundering in my chest, and I had to apologize to at least fifteen people for nearly running them over during my sprint. I jetted down Miles's street, cursing the fact that the coffee shop was so far away from it. I gasped for breath and finally slowed to a stop on Miles's driveway. I quickly fixed my auburn hair and walked up to his door. I lightly rapped my fist on his door twice slowly, and twice fast.
This was our secret knock I had showed Miles no more than a week ago. It had started as a joke, but now it was our way of knowing when it was us that was wanted at the door. It usually made me excited, but now I felt une
