“Okay, so I might have done something,” Judy said the next day at work, looking slightly guilty.
I looked up from the laptop. “What did you do?”
“I got us tickets to a concert in New York,” she said quickly. “This weekend. You, me and Olive.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Before you say no,” Judy rushed on, “hear me out. It’s The Aces. You love them. It’s been ages since you did anything fun. And I already bought the tickets.”
“Judy…”
“Non-refundable,” she added.
I stared at her. “You’re ridiculous.”
“So you’ll come?”
I thought about it. When was the last time I’d gone to a concert? Or done anything that wasn’t work or hiding in my apartment or dealing with relationship drama?
“What about Maya?” I asked.
“Can’t go. She’s got Noah and it’s a school night. But she’s the one who suggested it
