Chapter Thirty-Two
Delilah
Late afternoon North Carolina – the following day
I missed Alex. So much.
I found myself absentmindedly rubbing my knuckles over my heart as if I could somehow assuage the ache there. The ache that was entirely my fault. I was the one who wasn’t answering his calls, although he’d all but stopped. At this point, it was my pride keeping me from calling him. Pride and fear I wouldn’t find a slew of texts from him when I stopped silencing his notifications. I cheated and checked almost every day anyway.
I arrived early for a shift at the bar. Things were quiet here in the midafternoon. We served lunch, but there was always a lull in the afternoon until around dinnertime. Today, there were a few customers drinking beers and playing cards, and some young kids from
