I didn't say anything back to Delilah. I just sat there while she gathered her tray and left, like she hadn't just handed me something that was going to sit in my chest for the rest of the day, and then I sat there a while longer after she was gone too.
Harlow came back with her fries and took one look at my face. "What'd she say?"
"Nothing." I said
"Josie!"
"I'll tell you later." I replied.
I didn't tell her later. I spent the rest of the day turning it over instead ‘on-again, has been for a couple weeks, he just hasn't mentioned that part’ running it through every conversation I had with him since the bonfire, looking for the moment it might have started, the moment he might have lied to my face about it.
By the time Thursday rolled around, I worked myself into something sharp a
