. . [CHAPTER 15]. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . At first I’m relieved when Bryant doesn’t call the next day. And it’s not like I’m keeping my phone in my pocket. In fact, I’m keeping it turned off most of the time because Dirk has been sending obnoxious texts to me, and I’m getting worried he might start calling too. So I only check it a couple times a day. But after three days go by without a peep from Bryant, I feel both worried and sad. I’m worried that he might not be as trustworthy as I believed and that it was a mistake to confess to him. What if he tells someone? Worse than that, I’m sad because I really wanted to trust him. He seemed like someone who wouldn’t let me down. Consequently, I’m surprised when he shows up at my door on Tuesday afternoon. I’m even more surprised that he has a Christmas present for me. After I let him inside and we’re sitting by the fake Christmas tree, he explains that his grandfather, the one with the cool Cadillac, had a heart attack early Sunday morning, and it’s been touch and go ever since.
