I can’t speak the entire truth out loud. That I’m starting to see this might’ve been a mistake. If this continues, and I realize my gamble was wrong and she’ll never develop feelings for me, then I’ll be at an impasse. Because there’s no way I’ll get over her. Not if I get to spend more times like the one we shared in the cabin. Even if we don’t repeat the experience, I don’t think I could ever forget about the night we shared.

Look at me. Three days without a text, and I’m already getting lost in thoughts of her every chance I get.

Finn probably sees something in my face that tells him I can’t speak about this anymore because he changes subjects.

“How’s your dad?”

For once, I’m happy to talk about him.

“He’s okay. Ma’s with him at physical therapy right now.” Testing the solidity of the trap, I add, “He’s improving a lot.” It’s clearly made him happy to regain some motion. Sometimes, he’s able to make a few steps without his walker.

“That’s great.”

With this final trap put in place, I turn to Finn and say, “All done?”

“Think so, yeah.”

We start back toward the house and the garage in front of which Finn parked. The farm is at its quietest after Christmas, but when we exit the forest, I spot two people on the land. Squinting, I see it’s Dad walking around the driveway, Ma by his side.

“He looks good,” Finn says.

“Yeah.” I grin as I watch him. It’s been a wild ride, but we’ve passed through the worst of it. “I caught him laughing on New Year’s.”

“Really?” Finn says before wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “I’m happy to hear that, man.”

I don’t mention to him that I know part of it is because Wren was there and changed the dynamic of our time at home, but it’s all I can think of.

“If he’s that improved, you think he might decide to come back to work after all?” Finn asks.

“Nah. And even if he physically could, I wouldn’t want him to handle that kind of stress.”

His lips purse. “I wish you’d—”

Finn’s words are interrupted by my phone ringing. I pick it up, finding Wren’s name on my phone. She’s Facetiming me.

“Wait a second, Finn.”

My pulse skyrockets as I take the call, but just as Wren’s face pulls onto the screen, I feel my phone slipping out of my hands.

“Hello, there,” Finn says, smiling wickedly at Wren.

“Finn,” I hiss, trying to steal back the phone, but he takes a step back.