Across the kitchen table, slumped over his plate, my dad was staring at me. “What’s wrong, Sebastien?” He put his fork down. “You’re even quieter than usual, and that’s saying something.”
What was wrong with me?
Nothing.
Nothing was wrong and nothing was right.
I was stuck in neutral, going nowhere.
“You know, Ryan is back. I saw him coming out of his mother’s house yesterday.” Dad took a sip of his water and watched me closely. “Louise told me Ryan got a job driving locally now. Won’t be going down south anymore.”
Ryan was my ex-boyfriend, if I could even call him that. We’d dated for a few months five years ago, and then I’d lost touch with him after he’d taken a job with an American trucking company and had started being on the road all year long.
“Is he all right?” I asked, a li
