On the return ride home the driver kept up a steady stream of chatter. Normally I found that annoying, but tonight I was grateful to have him fill the silence. I wondered what on earth I possibly could have done for Griffin to blame me for whatever had happened to him? We’d kissed once, and after he left me at the river to walk home in shame, I’d thought the worst. That he hated me and had switched schools to put as much distance between us as possible. But it was sounding like my imagination wasn’t nearly as horrible as the reality.
When we were a block from the building, Griffin leaned into me and whispered “Give me a few minutes alone. I’ll meet you on the fire escape.”
Once I was inside my apartment, I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water, and began to speak to m
