CHAPTER 14
MIASt. Barbars Assisted Living looked busy this morning, cars parked in almost every spot, patients walking around the front of the building with nurses and family members. My phone buzzed from the passenger seat, Michael’s name flashing on the screen.
Michael: Melissa stopped over.
I stared down at the phone with wide eyes. Serena must’ve talked some sense into her yesterday. At least, I hoped she had. I didn’t want Melissa to have come over, yelling at Michael or something.
Me: She did? What’d she say?
Michael: Not much.
A few moments passed.
Michael: That she missed me.
My heart ached, my chest tightening. I frowned and tried to bite back the tears. Even over text, I could tell how much those few words meant to him. He and Melissa might’ve been going through a rough p
