I glance down at the group chat after finishing up my notes from my last appointment for the day. I bite at my lip, wanting to say something, anything, but I’m having real trouble finding the right words.
I also realize that I didn’t talk to them what I wanted to talk to them about in the first place, but that usually happens in the group chat—everything devolves from the path I try to head out on, and now I’m out in the middle of the words, chasing butterflies instead.
Plus, there’s the whole messing with the pumpkin pie recipe debacle and I don’t wanna talk about it or think about it.
It just looks like I’m going to have to make a few more decisions, once and for all.
Pros: not having to deal with my parents giving me the side-eye every single time Brody’s name is mentioned (which h
