Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Damon
Present
Slamming the car door, I clicked the lock and walked around,
jogging up onto the sidewalk as I shivered.
It was going to snow soon. I could feel it.
I yanked up the zipper of my pullover and stuffed my
hands into my jean pockets as I opened the door to the theater
and walked inside. Warmth hit me, and a couple of employees
made eye contact, but looked away again when they realized it
was me.
I’d been coming every day to drop Winter off and pick her
up, so they knew why I was here.
Plus, the whole town knew what really happened at the
tavern last week, and even though no one was crying about it,
they still moved to the other side of the street when they saw
me coming. They put their heads down, stayed out of my path,
and answered extra polite with one- or two-word sentences
when I ordered food or got gas in my car.
In fact, I’d noticed they were doing the same thing when
they saw Will or Rika or Kai, too. All of us, in fact.
It was like the town had a changing of the guard or
something and people weren’t sure if they should be scared.