Landon was online.
Yet he didn’t respond to me. I wanted to type more, to give him a piece of my mind, to curse him out, but more importantly, I wanted him to respond. We’d talked every freaking day for the past year almost, and today, he hadn’t said a word to me.
From across the table, Mom glared heavily at me. I slipped my phone into my purse and gave her a tight smile, hoping she’d drop the intense stare. Only I could imagine the scolding she’d give me later about how phones weren’t meant to be at the dinner table, especially when we were out with her coworkers.
My phone buzzed in my purse, and I ached to pull it back out to see if it was Landon. But Mom was still watching me like a hawk, never once pulling her gaze away as she chatted with Akio’s dad. It was like I had to be perfect
