A week passed without Carter responding to any of Lucy’s messages. He hadn’t called, and he hadn’t texted. By the Monday a week after Carter had left for Seattle, Lucy didn’t know what to do.
She’d told him that she loved him, and he’d said…nothing. He’d lied to her instead. She’d believed that he’d talk to her about their relationship later, but that later had yet to come. She told herself that maybe he was busy, that maybe his phone had fallen into Puget Sound, that maybe he’d been abducted by aliens. She almost wished he had been abducted by aliens: it would hurt less than the realization that he’d never cared about her at all.
There were only a few more days of filming. The excitement on set was almost contagious, but Lucy only felt dread. Once the crew packed up their things, there
