ANNIE
My sister, Shannon, grabbed me in a long hug and gave me a critical once over. “You’ve been crying.” It wasn’t a question, it was more like an accusation.
“I’m tired,” I dodged. “It was a long flight.” She gave me a speculative look, but she knew me well enough not to pry.
When I had powered up my phone, there was a flurry of text messages from Kameron that I didn’t open. I didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with him at the moment. There was absolutely nothing he could say that I wanted to hear. I deleted them away, called my sister to let her know I was home, and then dropped the phone into the garbage in the women’s restroom.
It was a nice phone, top of the line, but I didn’t want to be reminded of him every time I picked up a call. My sister made a stop at
