Chapter 7
The next day, I was washing my father’s car in his driveway, when I caught sight of Ryan walking across the street to me. Of course I’d known it was only a question of time before Ryan finally summoned the nerve to come say hello, but I wished he’d have picked another day. I’d been up for half of the night, sweating over my sheets, reliving the robbery. I’d tossed and turned, overwhelmed with repressed emotions I couldn’t even understand anymore. I’d wanted to wake Jack and climb into his bed, but had fought that need all night.
I’d bottled up everything—I knew this. My grief. My bitterness. My disappointment.
And my feelings for Jack. It was only a matter of time before I came apart. I needed to tell him how I felt before I lost him for good.
But this morning, Jack had left
