As I slouched further down the wooden bench, I rested my head against the cold, brick wall. I couldn’t stop thinking about Lonnie. I couldn’t believe I’d let myself cross that line. I betrayed Luke. I’d told Lonnie. The one thing Luke had specifically said is that he didn’t want his father to find out why he’d really left. He didn’t want to hurt him. And I screwed it up. I could only imagine what he would say when he found out. Dammit Julie, I could hear him yell. He’d twist his face in anger and hold a breath, biting his tongue so as not to say exactly what was on his mind. Can’t you mind your own damn business? But this was my business… somehow…. All I could do now was pray that he would understand. He had to… what’s done is done. I couldn’t go back. And Lonnie needed to know why Luke resented him. They needed an icebreaker, and I was okay being the buffer. Maybe now they could talk, let bygones be bygones.
