Sam’s dark green Jeep slowly crawled onto the driveway, rain dappling the windshield and obscuring Sam’s view of her stepfather’s low brick ranch house. The place seemed impossibly smaller than she remembered, a distant shadow of her former life. She cut the engine, the sudden silence filled with the soft hiss of drizzle, and exhaled. No turning back now. Grabbing her jacket from the backseat, she slid out and made her way across the lawn. The wind had picked up, sending tiny rivulets of water streaming down her jacket by the time she reached the porch. She hesitated, one foot still in the rain, before walking forward and ringing the slightly rusted doorbell.
Lilly swung open the door, her blue eyes bright against the afternoon gloom. “Sam! You’re early,” she said, tugging at her faded Nirvana T-shirt and brushing a stray lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. She glanced at Sam’s soaked jacket, then pulled her into a quick hug. “You're getting water everywhere.”
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