I don’t remember falling asleep. “Lilli,” he says. “Reeve’s outside.” He walks over to my window. I get out of bed and follow him. Down on the street, in front of our house, is Reeve’s truck. He’s sitting inside the cab, eyes looking up to my window. I take a big step back. Awkwardly Daddy says, “I saw him when I went out to grab the paper. I invited him in for breakfast, but he wouldn’t come. I think he’s been out there all night. Did you two have a fight?” “We broke up.” Daddy’s eyes widen. “Are you all right? Do you, um, want me to call your mom in here?” “I’m fine,” I tell him. “Can you tell him to go?” My dad nods and leaves. I stand at the window and watch my dad send Reeve away. Then I turn my cell phone back on. It explodes with text messages, and each one breaks my heart. Please don’t do this. I’m coming over. Outside. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait here all night if I have to. Cho, please. I love you. And finally . . .
