8
The next morning, I woke up alone. Evan was gone, or maybe he never showed. I had fallen into a deep sleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.
Jack’s warning drifted through my mind. It will only get worse, he’d said.
Yes. I do believe Jack is right.
Evan’s already-grueling schedule would be magnified at Harvard.
Harvard.
Boston.
I had done a web search last night to find out that little tidbit. In terms of long-distance relationships, he couldn’t get much farther away unless he hopped an ocean.
What bothers me the most — besides him leaving — is the fact that he hasn’t talked to me about it. And, he’ll have to leave soon.
Really soon.
Why hasn’t he said anything?
I couldn’t ignore it much longer. The fact that I had a desperate need to leave no loose ends undone gave me no
