Malia
I spent the next day working at the bakery again, but left early to get ready for my double date with Emily. My stomach was churning as I peddled my bike home. Something about tonight just seemed off.
I leaned my bike on its usual spot beside the garage and recognized my dad’s car in the driveway. He’d been giving me more space ever since my conversation with Savanah yesterday, so she must’ve talked to him. I was grateful though, I needed to sort through this on my own. Even Ty had been quiet today, he hadn’t texted me at all since the stare down I got from him last night. I guess things really are over between us, and maybe that's for the best.
As I round the corner to the back door of my bedroom and climbed the patio steps, my eyes caught on a black hoodie hanging on the chair
