8 “Are you going into the city again?” Trihn’s mother, Linh, asked. “Yep,” Trihn said. She grabbed a vegetarian roll off the tray her mother was preparing them on and stuffed it into her mouth. “Thanks,” she said through a mouthful of food. “Trihnity,” she said, shaking her head, “don’t you think you’ve been spending a lot of time in Manhattan?” Trihn’s phone dinged in the pocket of her ripped black skinny jeans, and she pulled it out. She ignored her mother’s question. She was concerned. Trihn got it. She had heard it enough lately. Her mother had never cared that much before about her going into the city. About ready to leave to go see Preston, she checked her new text message. Got called into work. Hate having to cancel. Damn. No problem. Let me know if you can get away. xoxo