Carolyn’s Point of View
I stared at my last text to Damian, still waiting for a reply that had never come. This was my fourth and final time checking my phone since I sent the text an hour ago. Now I was climbing into my car, feeling confused about the whole thing. After the effort we had gone through last night to steal the Firebirds playbook, I had thought that he would have been more excited to start going over these plays. I mean, why else would he have invited me over today? Surely he didn’t just want to hang out. We didn’t do that, did we? This was all getting a little confusing now, but I put on my seatbelt anyways. I reminded myself of the excitement the two of us had shared that night, and how quickly he had been to give me the ipad with the photos on it yesterday morning. He was
