DELILAH
It was Sunday afternoon, the day of my dinner with Mom. And I was sure that I’d gotten ghosted by Jacob.
“You have his business card, right?” I was in the break room of Culprit Coffee, the shop near campus where I worked as a barista. A panini that I’d bought for lunch was in front of me, but I was too tense to take a bite. Instead, I was doing a FaceTime call with Laura.
“Yeah.” I reached into my purse and slipped out the card. “But the only thing on it is his name.”
Laura sighed. “Well that sucks. What’re you going to do if you don’t hear back from him?”
“I mean, what can I do? I’m going to go to dinner at Mom’s and deal with her bullshit as usual.” My stomach tightened at the mere thought.
The only reason I was going was to see my sisters and show them some solidarity. My
