Page 10 of Easton

Do my faded jeans, strappy sandals, and frilly floral top look okay?

I think so.

I was going for a chic casual look today.

Wait, why am I even worrying about this stuff?

“Whatever.”

Will Easton even recognize me?

Shit, what if he has a girl over?

He may not be married, but I’m sure he’s no monk.

Fuck, this could be so embarrassing.

Too late, though, seeing as I’m now standing at his front door.

Still, part of me thinks maybe I should just turn around and leave.

This is so weird.

Or is it?

I mean, we were once best friends. He may be happy that I’m looking him up.

Gulping down a big breath, I hold it in as I ring the doorbell.

And then, exhaling, I wait.

And wait.

And wait…

Several minutes pass, and no one comes to the door.

Damn it.

Easton must not be home.

So much for all my worries and concerns, huh?

This was all for nothing.

Today is the day—I’m on my way to see Claire.

Surprisingly, I’m not even nervous.

Well, okay, maybe I am a little uneasy.

But it’s not too bad.

I’m actually feeling more excited to see her after all these years.

I wonder if she’ll look the same. There was always something more about her, something not captured in mere photos.

I guess I’ll know soon enough, as I’m almost at her house.

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