While Christmas had been nice, she couldn’t shake the melancholy shrouding her. Cole hadn’t called or texted. Several times she typed a message but ended up deleting it each time. He’d made it clear her decision to only be friends suited him just fine. The Christmas Ball had been dismal, and for the first time she’d wished Lance would have been pestering her for a dance. Not because her feelings had changed, but because she was lonely, and it seemed everyone had a significant other but her. Folding the last of the new clothes she received for Christmas, she added them to the over-stuffed bag and glanced at the digital clock. Surely Cole was awake by now, even if he’d needed to catch up on sleep. He knew her plane left tomorrow, and she’d at least expected to hear from him today, if only to say goodbye. Someone knocked on her door. “Lucy?” her father said. “Can I come in?” “Sure, Dad. It’s open.” The hinges creaked as her father entered the room. “Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you to the airport tomorrow?”
