Thirty-Six

Kaylee's P.O.V.

It took a lot of convincing from Parker's mother, or Ma as she continued to insist I call her, for me to get the courage to approach Parker. Seeing him outside in the rain was the final straw. He had sat there for two days while I battled the demons in my head. He only ever stepped away for what I assumed was a quick bathroom break because he was right back within a minute or two.

Sleeping without him was the worst. I felt him close, as he was just outside, but not having him next to me was awful. He didn't deserve to suffer and sleep in the rain just because I was mentally fucked up.

I had packed us a bag about an hour ago but was still standing in the front entryway, trying to push all the demons to the back of my mind. There was the fear that as soon as I stepped out of the house, I was going to be surrounded, overpowered, and taken back to the infirmary.

"One step at a time," His mother encouraged from behind me. I spu