In time I’ll be okay, but I’ve resolved myself to the fact that I’ll always have an ache in my heart that only Liam can heal.
A random woman with long brown hair sits in the chair opposite me, right in front of Mrs. Worthington’s burger. I’m completely caught off guard. I’m about to tell her the seat is obviously taken, when recognition sinks in.
No. Way! It can’t be . . .
“Katie Calhoun?” I blurt out.
She takes a French fry off Mrs. Worthington’s plate. “So I hear Northwestern didn’t offer you a football scholarship. That’s too bad.”
My mouth is wide open in shock. I couldn’t talk even if I tried.
“Listen, kierra,” Katie says. “Can I be real honest with you?”
I nod slowly, still in shock.
“Don’t give up.” She takes another fry and wags it at me as she says, “I can’t tell you how m
