Cheryl
“I’m sure he’s going to call me,” I said, pouting at Chris and Anna.
Chris sighed, arms crossed, already tired of my stalling. “Cheryl, we’re never going to leave if we keep waiting for him.”
“Just ten more minutes?” I pleaded, turning to Anna for backup.
Anna nodded eagerly. “I mean, he could still come. He knows how important this is.”
I could tell she believed it too. We both did.
Even though he made it painfully clear how much he hated the idea of me spending the whole summer in Boston, I knew Mr. Han. He might have been upset, but he wouldn’t just let me go without saying goodbye.
At first, he flat-out refused to let me go. When I told him I needed a break, he had misunderstood completely. He thought I was trying to get away from him.
I wasn’t.
I just needed a break f
