The sound of a vehicle pulling up out front distracts me from loading up the popcorn into the microwave. Considering this was the only appliance I manage to snag from Mom and I's house, it was my only source of having something as close as a hot meal. Can't really cook with a broken stove and I barely manage to make the fridge work.
Which reminds me, I have to call a repairman over. I miss drinking milk in the morning.
I push the screen door open to see Elio's truck at the front. He rolls down his window and immediately my stomach sank.
Elio . . . was not my Elio.
The man in front of me looked like Elio, but his signature hair was chopped down. Elio, after three years of not letting anyone touch his hair, now it was . . . gone.
I cover my mouth with a palm. "Holy crab cakes. What the
