Chapter Six
“Tell me to stay,” I ask Avery, almost desperate for her to convince me. “Tell me to stay at Smith College, to ignore what’s going on at home, to do whatever I have to do to finish here.”
“Is that what you want to do?” she asks quietly.
We’re in her penthouse suite, curled up on the antique sofa with a plush throw blanket and a bucket of popcorn. I’ve already put in my formal request to take a leave of absence and booked the flight for tomorrow. Which makes this goodbye.
“I don’t have a choice,” I say, though we both know that isn’t true.
A haunted expression crosses her pretty face. She always looks so put together. Even in class her nails are perfectly shaped and her lip gloss in place. Her makeup is never overdone, but it’s definitely polished. Only when she’s in her su
