Despite the fact that I asked Nathan for space, he wouldn’t stop calling and texting. It’s been four days of him texting at all hours.
The girls noticed.
“He came by the library again,” Judy said on Thursday afternoon, restocking the children’s section. “Third time this week.”
I kept my eyes on the list I was making. “What did you tell him?”
“That you’re not here, of course. Even though you were literally in the back room."
“Good.”
Olive appeared from behind a shelf. “Elena, I know you need space, but the man is going crazy at this point. Maybe you should just talk to him. Put him out of his misery.”
“Or let him suffer,” Judy said. “He went through your phone and started a fistfight. What the hell? He doesn’t deserve your sympathy. He’s a grown man that can’t behave like one. Let hi
