Disappointment cut through Alissa when she woke and saw Shawn’s text that he wasn’t going to make it. He hadn’t said what had come up, only that something had. It could literally be anything, from his alarm going off and him chickening out, to him meeting another blonde and going home with her.
“He didn’t do that,” she told herself as she switched out her pajama pants for a pair of jeans. Shawn had grown and matured a lot in the past couple of decades, and she had to let go of Marcy at some point.
She filled a bottle with water and headed out onto the porch. She couldn’t help looking down the sidewalk as if she’d see Shawn’s motorcycle there though he’d said he wouldn’t be able to make it.
The sidewalk remained empty, just like it had been forever at this time of day. He had texted only
