Chapter 33: Walton, Not Woodward

By the time Mario Walton got home, dusk had already settled over the yard. Over dinner, he chatted a bit with his parents about school, then slipped his phone out of his pocket and went off to message Miley. Before long, Clara pinged him too, sending one sweet line after another-"Mwah, mwah," and "you little rascal"-while Miley kept writing about how much she missed him. Without realizing it, the hours slipped by, and he was still chatting away when it hit two in the morning. When he woke up the...