Trish was so sure about what she wanted for her future. But me? I didn’t know who I was if I wasn’t a musician. I’d tried to give it up, but it was impossible. I was born to play bass, and I wanted it more than anything else. A few minutes alone with my bass guitars had reminded me of that fact.
I had to talk to my parents.
I had to find Andrew.
But before I did anything else, I had to call Hector.
CHAPTER TWENTY
ANDREW
I spent all day pacing around my apartment, trying to figure out what to do about Becca. It was a Sunday, so I didn’t even have work to distract me from her or from how much I’d screwed things up between us. For hours, I debated whether I should stand outside Becca’s house until she agreed to talk to me again or whether I should give her space. I’d asked her to go slo
