MISSY
I rushed home from the packhouse to pack a bag. Getting away from everything and hanging out with Lemon sounded perfect. I love my friends, but it was tough being around everyone when all I could think about was Maddox, and they were worried about me falling to pieces.
Sol was cleaning up in the kitchen when I got back. “Hey, where did you disappear to?” she asked.
“Lea called and asked me to come to the packhouse so they could tell me something,” I told her. I headed right to the steps to go upstairs.
“Okay?” she called, following me. “Want to expand on that a little?”
“My grandpa is dead,” I said, trying not to let the words bother me.
“Woah, woah, woah,” Sol said, barging into my room behind me. “You are just going to be like, ‘my grandpa is dead,’ and that is it? Missy,
