I reread John’s text conversation from Thursday night for the millionth time as I sit on my bed Saturday morning. It gives me a comfy warmth, and I could use that today.
His text was an upbeat end to a rotten evening, and I’d fallen asleep quickly afterward. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted him at tonight’s performance and was relieved when he didn’t back out of coming.
"I’m surprised you"re here today, Gen." Will bounces on his toes as we stand on Taylor’s front walk in preparation for running practice.
"So am I," mutters Taylor.
I frown. This is the last week before the event, so I’m making a Herculean effort to be here, and I don’t appreciate the attitude.
"I figured with her performance tonight, she"d stay quiet," Will clarified.
Ordinarily, I would, and I"ll need to be ex
