Becca
I’d signed up to work three shifts in a row, so I hadn’t had time to talk to Blake since I’d asked him for time to think. I knew he’d been at the restaurant almost twenty-four, seven, so he was busy with his own stuff.
The day hurled me from one urgent issue to another, leaving me running from room to room and dealing with emergencies. On one hand, it was good because it kept my brain busy and didn’t let me dwell on Blake for too long. On the downside, by the day’s end, I was no closer to knowing what to think about his decision not to hold back the truth.
I’d intentionally avoided my sisters. I didn’t need them meddling and lobbing their opinions into the mix. Maybe what happened in high school deserved to stay there. So why lie about it now? If Blake really cared about starting
