38. Taking Care of Trash
Mara
By evening, the silence had become a companion I wasn't sure I liked. I curled up on the couch with one of Zander's hoodies wrapped around me and a book resting on my lap. I had been staring at the same page for nearly twenty minutes but I hadn't read a single word.
Every passing car made me glance toward the window. Every vibration from my phone made my heart jump. Then, just as I had convinced myself to stop checking it every five seconds, the screen lit up.
Zander Calling...
I answered before the first ring ended.
"Hello?"
A low chuckle came through the speaker.
"I was going to say hi."
"You took too long."
"I called after one ring."
"I know."
"I missed your voice."
Silence settled between us for a second then he laughed softly.
"I missed your
