~Joanna
My phone buzzed again, the same name flashing on the screen: Adrian. I stared at it, frozen, as if answering would set off a chain reaction I couldn’t control.
“Jo,” Pamela said, her tone sharp. “Pick it up or end it, but don’t just sit there staring at it.”
I didn’t move, letting the call go to voicemail. “I can’t talk to him,” I muttered, shoving the phone back into my bag.
Sandra frowned. “Then text him. Tell him to leave you alone. It’s the only way he’ll get the message.”
I hesitated, biting my lip. “I don’t know if I can do that.”
Pamela narrowed her eyes. “Why not? Joanna, are you still in love with him?”
The words hit me like a slap, and I didn’t answer right away. But the truth weighed too heavily to ignore. “Yes,” I finally admitted, my voice barely abo
