I was in the corner of the building, half-hidden by stacked surfboards leaning against the outer wall. This is the place that guy, Leo, showed me… a good hiding spot where I can clearly see what Dylan and Varessa are doing.
I was peaking and Dylan was there, like always, apron tied, sleeves rolled up, that easy smile on his face. And next to him? Her. Varessa. Of course.
I’ve been here almost every day, hidden in the same shadows, a ghost in plain sight. Watching. Waiting. Silently trying to make sense of what I was seeing.
Today, they laughed again…. too close, too familiar. Her hand brushed his arm, light and lingering.
She always touches him like that. It’s not the first time, and it makes me feel uneasy. What unsettles me even more is that Dylan doesn’t seem to notice… as if it’s
