The Day After Father’s Day

Stories I've Never Told...

“I’m here,” read Seth Grady’s text, as if I’d been expecting him.

“Here where?” I texted back on my q9 keyboard. Across from me Luna, the other co-op student at this elementary school sat cutting out half-sheet booklets for tomorrow’s lesson.

“At St Amelia’s,” Seth replied. “Where you told me you’d be.”

My eyes widened as I stared at the text. I gulped hard. Seth couldn’t be here, at my co-op placement! I hadn’t planned to see him until 6:00pm that night.

“Why are you here?”

“Too nervous to go home. Come meet me out front.”

“Luna,” I said, my voice just over a whisper. “Seth Grady is here.”

“The Seth Grady?! Like from your stories?!”

I nodded slowly, trying to figure out what to do. I had to act fast because I didn’t want him to leave. “He says he’s in the parking lot out front.”

“Let’s go get…

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