Chapter 17: Can’t think
Nevaeh
I release a relieved breath as soon as the final bell rings. Time to go home. Walking out with Jez, I wave as she walks to her car. Her lips are curled into a pout, and her shoulders are slumped. “Yuck, I have a late shift tonight. If I get a break, I’ll call you later, okay?”
“Yeah, have fun,” I call out as I make my way to my jeep. At that moment, I resolve to not let Mikhail’s dismissal get to me. As Jez said, there are plenty of fish in the sea. I’ll get over Mikhail eventually.
On my way home, I make the decision to reach out to my dad. Maybe it’s not that he’s avoiding me, maybe he’s as busy as he says, and I'm just oversensitive. When I was little, my mom would reprimand him for being so busy that he would forget to eat. Maybe that’s why he forg
