I wasn’t ready yet to break the news, and we wouldn’t be leaving until after Thanksgiving anyway. A couple days after my dad got out of the hospital, I dropped Nic off at the train station. He sat in the car with one leg out of the door and one leg in, kissing my hand. “You sure you can’t come to...
“What if Brady comes tonight?” I’d asked her. I already had all my jeans out on my bed and was trying to figure out what I should wear. “So?” she asked. “Isn’t that what you want? So you can stop going to therapy and start sleeping with a hunk?” “Gabby!” I’d stood in my underwear, examining my op...