I arrived at the diner early and snagged our regular table in the corner, where we always sat when we needed a private place to talk. Maybe it was weird that we didn’t hang out in either of our homes, but this place felt more like neutral ground. We were on equal footing here. Not that we ever argued anymore; our last fight was way back before Matt left for college and we’d been friendly ever since. More or less.
As I waited, I scrolled through i********:, f*******:, and Twitter, but nothing grabbed my attention. My knee bounced under the table, and I jerked and looked up every time the bell at the door indicated that someone had entered the diner. For once, my yoga breathing techniques couldn’t calm me down.
Instead, I opened the text app and read through my conversation with Beckett. W
