Two days have passed and I have heard nothing from Jordon. I have used every ounce of self-control to keep from calling him every minute of every day. Finally, I break down and I call the one person I have been avoiding, my brother.
“I was wondering how long it would take for you to call?”
I sighed at his response to my call, “I take it he told you about us.”
“Yes.” The one-word answer was cold and final.
“And?”
“And what, Nan? He’s my best friend. What were the two of you thinking?”
“I love him, Tulugaak.”
“Really, is that why you told the poor bastard you couldn’t be with him, destiny and all that bullshit?”
“I know, I know, I was wrong. I have been trying to call him to apologize and tell him that, but he is not returning my calls.”
Tulugaak sighs deeply, “You need to give him
