The bus stop bench is cold through my coat. I sit with my bag on my lap and watch my breath fog the air and tell myself I am fine, which is something I have been telling myself since I was seventeen and have never once believed.
Evelyn had wrapped her scarf around my neck when she called my name. It is soft and faintly perfumed and warm in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature outside, and I should take it off. I do not take it off.
My phone buzzes. Unknown number. I put it face down on my knee. It buzzes again. I leave it.
A black car pulls up to the curb too slowly, the way cars do when they are not looking for a parking space. The passenger window goes down.
"Get in."
Jaden Taemin sits with one hand on the wheel and the other resting open on the console, relaxed in the
