After one brief text, I didn’t see or hear from Amy until the following morning when I arrived in front of the school.
She sat on the bench near the tree. Her facial expression told me nothing as she stared at her phone screen.
I hurried over and sat next to her. Relief flooded me when she flashed me a quick smile before returning her attention to a sitcom on her phone screen.
“Whatcha doing?” I asked.
“Catching up on my show,” Amy replied. The pain I saw yesterday in her soft brown eyes was gone. “There are only three episodes left this season.”
What happened with Justin to put her in such a good mood? She wasn’t volunteering any information, so I’d have to ask.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” I said. “Did you hear from Justin?”
“We were on the phone for half an hour yesterday.”
