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last weekend of August, and it was thrown by the students. Considering it was the one evening curfew was lifted, the event was highly anticipated. It also allowed students from different schools to meet.
    This year, Miles ’ twin sister, Lily, was coordinating the party. It was an honor since she was being recognized for all of her achievements. She couldn’t stop talking about it, yet I had barely paid attention to it. Now that Broden couldn’t come, I was even less inclined to think about it.
    “Lyn told me about Broden,” my dad spoke up.
    I frowned. “Is that why you’re home?”
    He shook his head. “Phelps had an emergency.”
    I whistled low. “That sounds dangerous.”
    “Probably is,” my father agreed. “Border patrol detected someone entering Topeka illegally.”
    The blond-haired boy from earlier that day flashed through me as if I had consumed tomo and watched him appear before my eyes. My vision disappeared as I curled my fist. “What?”
    “Nothing to worry about, kid,” he said. “It happens more often than you think,” he explained his job openly even though he wasn’t supposed to. My family was never the type to follow the rules. But his comforting didn’t work this time.
    Crossing the region borders illegally and successfully demanded skill. Whoever had done it knew what they were doing, and they would know how to protect themselves afterward.
    “What’s the big deal , then?” I asked.
    He shrugged, but his wrinkles deepened around his frown. “I wanted to take it on,” he dismissed. “I’m only back for the rest of the week.”
    “You’re leaving again,” I reworded his sentence.
    “Early Friday morning. ” His rough hands pet Argos. “You’ll still be asleep.”
    Unable to respond , I gazed out my bedroom window. The stars burned against the darkness, but the sky was clear from yesterday’s storm. The delightful calmness relaxed my nerves for only a moment.
    Argos barked, and I jumped. When my dad raised his brow at me, my cheeks burned with an unspoken apology. He may not have been around often, but he was still my father, and Dwayne Gray seemed to know everything, even when he wasn’t supposed to.
    “Everything’s fine,” I promised . “I’m just stressed about the first day of school.”
    He smirked , but he didn’t argue. Instead, he reached into his pocket and threw a small bag full of miscellaneous objects at me. I caught it, but the weight of the coins flung it over my outstretched fingers until it wrapped the plastic around my hand.
    “Your pockets,” he lectured . “Clean them out before putting your clothes in the washing machine.”
    I grinned. “Next time .” We had this conversation every time I attempted laundry.
    “I’m sure,” he laughed as he backed out of my room, shutting the door behind him with Argos at his side. I listened to them walk down the hallway, my father murmuring to my pet as if Argos was his other child.
    I laid back to stare at the ceiling before I leapt up.
    My heart pounded against my ribs as if the organ was trying to break free. I clawed myself across my covers to the plastic bag, and I ripped it with one desperate tug. Coins splattered across the floor, pieces of thread and old receipts littering the blanket in front of me. My breath stopped.
    With shaking hands, I dug through the trash, an image of the blond-haired boy consuming me − his ripped shirt, his black watch, his calm exterior, and then, the panic in his eyes when I snatched up his paper. I had shoved it in my pocket, but now it was among my trash, crumbled around the edges.
    I straightened the paper out. Th e writing scrawled across it was smudged from water, but it remained legible. The note revealed the stranger’s intentions. He wasn’t a lost boy, trespassing onto my land to find a park. In fact, he wasn’t lost at all. He knew exactly where he was, and he was confident on where he was headed.
    Scribbled down in permanent ink wasn’t a phone numbe r