Fuck me. No. Fuck her! I toss the wrench in my open toolbox and slam it shut with my foot, cursing under my breath. “Where’s September?” I turn abruptly, unaware that anyone had entered the garage. Libby. “She left,” I reply with a shrug. “I know, but why?” “Uh…she said she had company back at her apartment.” “But she didn’t even say goodbye to Scout or me.” She’s not gonna let this go, I can tell. “Look—Sarah,” I say, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. “I can’t speak for September’s manners. She left, okay?” Her eyes mist up at the harshness I failed to hide. “Listen,” I say, my voice calmer. “Maybe it was my fault. How about I go and see if she’s okay?”