It’s chilly in the apartment and I shift from foot to foot as I shiver in my sweatshirt and shorts waiting for the toaster to finish its job. “Hey.” I jolt and turn around to find Kellan on the living room floor, dressed in his running clothes and touching his toes. “What are you doing here?” I never see Kellan in the mornings and I’ve kind of gotten used to having the place to myself. He’s either sleeping in—or sleeping out—when I leave for class, and this is unusual. “Group run,” he says, switching legs. “In ten minutes.” I glance out the window. The sun is up, glinting off the yellowing leaves of the trees that line the street. It’s already shaping up to be a much better day than yesterday. In fact, now that I’ve made the decision to forget Crosbie Lucas, everything is looking up. “Have fun,” I say, stacking the waffles on a plate, dousing them in syrup, and preparing to retreat to my room.
