Chapter 23
I wish he does. I wish he does. I wish he does. I wish he does. I wish he does. I wish he does. The words keep replaying in my head as soon as I wake up, when I see the sun glinting through the windows of my room.
Even though I have slept and just woken up, I feel tired and exhausted, as if I've run a hundred of miles from home. My body feels heavy. Inside me there's a hope that perhaps Dale has texted me, informed me his reason for not coming into dinner with my parents, with me. So I roll over the bed, stretch my arm out, and grab the phone on the nightstand. My phone lights up, but my heart drops when I see that the only I see is the low battery percentage of my phone and its notification saying that I need to charge my phone and a few notifications from f*******:, but neit
