GavinI wake up happy and get up annoyed. She left. Again.
I’m always the one who leaves first, who sneaks out in the wee hours. Who feels like enough is enough.
Would having had breakfast together been the worst thing in the world?
Yet, as I storm to the bathroom, I see it. Another note.
Let’s do this again. Call me.
I smile at the neat fancy handwriting. Maybe she isn’t as through with me as I thought.
My phone rings.
“You’re up at this time? The famous Gavin Pierson?”
The voice is sardonic and the voice is right, this is too early for me.
“Who is this?”
“Pulse. I’ve got some information on that sister of yours you may find interesting. Meet at Denny’s?”
I glance out the window. Sure enough, across the street is the promising yellow and red hexagon of a Denny’s sign.
“The one
