Jennie couldn’t get out of Bennett’s truck. It felt very much like good-bye, and she knew he’d see it that way.
“Can I call you later?” she asked, turning toward him.
“Of course.” Pain flashed across his face, but he leaned toward her and she kissed him, one chaste union that lasted long enough for her to know he thought this was good-bye too.
She pressed her lips together, said, “Okay,” and got out of the truck. She hadn’t said half of what she should’ve. Or maybe her kiss had said it all.
Inside the apartment, her mom had retired, and her dad stood from the couch like he’d been waiting up for her. Her, a forty-one-year-old woman.
“How’s Bennett?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Jennie exhaled and collapsed onto the couch where her dad had been sitting. “I don’t know what to do about him.”
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