43I was so bummed that I had erased Skye’s messages. I just wanted to hear her voice. So I called her phone and listened to her outgoing message.
“Just do it,” was all it said. And then, before the beep, she said, “Beep,” in the cutest, little-girl voice.
I played it over and over and over. I even played it for Javi, who kept stopping by, even though I had told him that I needed to be alone.
“You are so beautiful when you cry,” he said. He tried to wipe a tear from my cheek, but I pushed him away.
“You’re kidding me, right? My best friend died and all you care about is that I’m pretty?” Javi just seemed like an offensive jerk.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to....”
“What the hell does beauty have to do with anything now?” I screamed.
“I just wish I could help,” he said. His voice sounded
