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Headlights pulled me from my seat, and I hopped up to see a flashlight coming toward me. But the person never made it. They stopped a few rows short of me, and I was shocked when I realized I knew exactly who it was.

Without a second thought, I walked right over and cleared my throat. “Heidi.”

She whipped around and held the flashlight like a weapon. Her breathing was shaky, her eyes wide in terror.

“Landon?” she asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Same as you.”

She shook her head and turned away from me. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here.”

“Me either.”

“Heidi, I—”

“Landon, don’t,” she muttered. “Please don’t.”

“No,” I told her. “I can’t just shut down. Not around you.”

She blew out a heavy breath. “I thought you’d be at a bar with Austin.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Emery said you’d been going out.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard not to want to drink when your girlfriend breaks up with you.”

She grimaced. “I bet.”

“Man, I didn’t come over here to guilt-trip you. I…I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you like fucking crazy.”

“I know.”

“Emery tell you that, too?” I arched an eyebrow.

She shook her head. “No. Personal experience.”

I managed a quick smile at that. She’d missed me. Fuck, just seeing her was eating me from the inside out. I wanted her back in my arms, in my bed, in my life.

Sometimes, love cracked your heart open to show you what really mattered.

Her. Only her.

I held my hand out. “Come with me.”

“Landon…”

“Just…trust me.”

With a sigh, she placed her hand in mine and let me walk her over to my parents’ gravestones. She dropped my hand when we got there and stared down at their names on the stones.

“Your parents,” she whispered.

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