I just sat there, my mouth opening and closing like I was some kind of demented fish gasping for air. “Chloe?” Trevor said after a moment. “Are you still there?” “Wh-when are you coming?” I blurted out, still trying to catch up. “We’re making a whole vacation of it,” he said. “My stepdad says he’s not driving that far just to turn around and come home again after a couple of days.” He sounded slightly disgruntled, but I ignored that. “When?” I said again. “This Friday. We’ll be there through the following weekend. Are you going to be around? Because seeing you is pretty much the only silver lining to missing over a week’s worth of rehearsals.” He sighed. “I tried to tell my mom I need to be here now, with the new drummer and all, but it’s like I’m speaking a whole other language or something—” “Hold on,” I cut him off. My mind had finally clicked into gear, calculating what he’d just told me. “Wait! But that means . . .” I gasped.
