It was the best I could find at the corner store, and it was like smoking a dust bunny, but it eased the jitters and soothed the pounding in my head. I’d kicked the habit once, I would kick it again. Tomorrow. Not today. Today the sky was brilliant blue, the sunlight tart as lemonade, and since I didn’t have a blanket I could crawl under, a haze of smoke would have to do. My phone still hadn’t rung. Normally Trey called within five minutes of an argument, sometimes before I’d even exited the lobby. Suddenly going to Savannah felt like a desertion. A necessary one perhaps, but a desertion nonetheless. Rationally, I knew he was better off in Atlanta, that Marisa would keep him in line at least from nine to five, and that he had the apartment and the Ferrari and the suits. And Gabriella. I took another drag and thumbed him a quick text: I’m sorry. And then I waited. And waited some more. Trey never took more than a minute to text me back—he kept his phone in hand all the time.
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