Last night was beautiful and awful at the same time. My left arm hurts from holding heavy trays of food at Antonio’s, and my heart hurts too. I can’t ignore the dull ache inside when I think about the look on Gavin’s face when Adrianna walked into the kitchen. We had shared a beautiful moment, but it slipped away. I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to wade through the murkiness of this complicated relationship. No matter what Gavin says, he and Adrianna still have unfinished business. That was written all over her face. My phone rings a moment later. I don’t recognize the number, and I pick it up cautiously. “Hello?” “June?” I know her voice instantly, and it paralyzes me. “June, you picked up. I’ve been trying to call you for so long. Mom says you’re in Seattle.” Amy’s voice is nervous, hopeful. “June,” she says, speaking to me as if I’m standing on the railing of a bridge and liable to jump at any moment, except we both know it’s the End Call button she’s most concerned about.
