I told Lishelle that a girlfriend weekend wasn’t the same without Annelise, but the truth is, I’m desperate to hear from Adam. Last night, I had a nightmare. In the nightmare, I gave him all the time in the world, and when we spoke again, he had moved on. I woke up with a feeling of terror. I thought giving Adam some time to think was a good idea, but what if it’s not? What if the longer I stay away, the more comfortable he becomes without me in his life? The less chance we have of getting back together? With Lishelle’s blessing, we packed up and left the resort right after brunch, which was shortly before noon. “Girl, what are you doing?” Lishelle asks, casting me a sideways glance as she drives. We’ve finally merged onto I-10. “I’m just…” I am almost tempted to slip the cell phone back in my purse, feeling like I’ve been caught shoplifting. But I pull the phone onto my lap. “I figured I’d check my messages.” She tsks softly. “And if he called, you’re gonna call him right back?”
