CHAPTER 6: DECEMBER 3TWO WEEKS WENT BY AND Daniel and I hadn’t spoken to each other since that day we went to find Donovan. I missed him so much. My feelings had been hurt that day. I was proud of myself for not breaking down in front of him. But later on, in the privacy of my apartment, I cried myself to sleep. The next morning, I resolved to not make a move, to let him come to me if he wanted to. I did pretty good too until it was time to go to work. I could breathe when Tony said he wasn’t coming in because he was sick. I thought about calling him to check on him. But I didn’t want to hear him being mean.
Quanna came up beside me at the counter where I was pouring coffee beans into the machine to grind them. She watched for a moment.
“What’s wrong with you?”
I looked up. “What?”
She
