AllieIt killed me that Jett just stood there outside the doors to the hospital. For those moments in the car, when I saw those missed calls from him on my phone, I thought that things were shifting between us. I thought that maybe we had a chance. After all, who goes through the trouble of finding someone – I’d ask later how in the hell he figured out where I lived – if they didn’t care about that person, right? And he’d called me repeatedly, left messages, sent texts. He’d been almost desperate to get ahold of me. Why would he do that if he didn’t want me back?
But now I was thinking that maybe I’d gotten it all wrong. That maybe he wasn’t really interested in having me back at all. It could have been that he was just interested in making sure that I’d gotten home okay. Or worse, what if
