Twenty-Two
“Hey, Kira.”
I looked up from my packing box. “Hey, Ellie. What are you doing here?”
Ellie stood in the open doorway of my dorm room. Well, my former dorm room. It was dorm move out day tomorrow. It had been a week since I’d broken up with Owl in an attempt to find myself.
He’d kept his word, for the most part. He hadn’t stopped by. He hadn’t called. He had sent a few texts just to check in and make sure I was okay.
I hated to admit that I looked forward to those texts. I hadn’t deleted a single one of them. I spent many nights in my bed by myself just looking at them, my finger hovering over the Talk button. The fact that I’d never once hit the Talk button this week was my only claim at progress in my great Self Improvement work.
Though, honestly, I wasn’t exactly sure ho
