the past to grab my ankle.
In the car, I stared out at the rain-slick streets and tried to breathe like my lungs hadn’t forgotten how. My phone sat heavy in my hand, Fern’s message like a bruise on the screen.
I typed back.
“What do you mean gone?”
Fern responded faster than I expected.
“Not in your driveway. Not on the street. I saw him pull out of your continue reading …