Chapter Eleven
Can’t, have a meeting.
I frown at Rich’s text. In an attempt to get over to his house, I had suggested we meet up for dinner tonight. But for the first time ever, he has blown me off. I am thrown by it. Something about it feels off, although I can’t pinpoint why. I feel nervous although I am wondering if maybe I just feel that way because of what he said last time we were together.
I can’t think of it anymore because the doorbell rings. Right on time, Sarah waits outside. As I invite her inside, I note that she has gotten a haircut since the last time I saw her. It frames her face well and for that second, I can see the sixteen-year-old girl who swooned for Rick, the football player with a golden future.
She holds a book in her hands tightly, pressed against her chest, a
