COLEEN
The bus ride home was long, quiet, and gave me too much time to think. I’d ignored Hayden’s insistence that he drive me, he’d practically begged, his brow furrowed in that worried way of his, but I needed the space. Just for a little while. Besides, the last thing I wanted was to drag him into another heavy conversation with my dad.
Also, I figured it was way too early in our relationship for me to introduce him to my father. Knowing how Dad was, I was so sure he was going to give Hayden a really good grilling and I wasn't ready for it.
So I sat by the window, headphones in but no music playing, watching the blur of streetlights until the bus rattled into the small terminal near my old neighborhood.
From there, I called an Uber, clutching my bag a little tighter when the driver
