Putting my worries aside, I decided to tell Noah that I would meet her at the beach. I didn’t want to let her down. Clearly, whatever she had to tell me was important. I just hoped she wasn’t going to break my heart. She could want to meet me to tell me she needed even more space from me. She could want to meet me to tell me she hated me for having feelings for her. Whatever she wanted to tell me, I needed to brace myself for it. Avoiding her wasn’t going to fix anything. I needed to know what she had to say.
I made it to the beach with time to spare, so I sat in the car. I continued to ruminate about all the ways this could go wrong. Maybe she wanted to tell me she had a new boyfriend. Maybe she wanted me to meet this new boyfriend. When would she have had the time to get a new boyfriend
