CHAPTER 28
MIAAfter I cleaned up in the bathroom, Michael glanced at himself in the mirror, still looking stiff. I stood behind him.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. I rubbed his back, rested my head on his shoulder, and stared at him through the mirror.
Ever since he had come home from his talk with Melissa the other day, he’d seemed off. I had asked that night if something happened, but he didn’t really want to talk. But something had been bothering him.
“You’ve been tense and distant all week.”
He stuffed his hand into his pocket, gave me a smile, then let it falter. “I … I’ve been …” He paused for a long time and grimaced. “There’s something I need to tell you before we go out tonight. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I needed to think things through first.”
My chest tightened, a l
