9
Savannah
March 30, 2007
Marley rolled her neck. “I pinched something in that last acro section of the dance.”
“Tell me about it.” I cracked my back with a sharp twist. “I really need a massage.”
“Same.”
We were heading out to her minivan when my phone rang in my purse. I fished it out and saw Ash’s number on it. I smiled at Marley and held up a finger.
“Hey! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until later.”
“Can you meet me at the park?” He sounded frantic and maybe even angry. Not at all like himself.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I mean, maybe.”
“Ash, are you driving? Should you pull over?”
“Please meet me at the park,” he all but begged. “Near the fountain entrance?”
“Okay. Yeah, I’ll see if Marley can drop me off. My mom is working tonight. She won’t even notice.”
He breathed
