Chapter 3

“Hey, Connie, what’s up?” I stepped into my walk-in closet and searched through my shirts to decide what I should bring. I had already decided to do my gift shopping in LA so I wouldn’t have to pack presents.

“Micah and I broke up,” he said, his voice thick with tears.

“What?” I let go of the salmon colored silk shirt I had been fingering.

“I hate him.”

“B-but I thought everything was going so well.”

“Guess not. It’s over. I got the it’s not you it’s mespeech even.”

“Awe, Conn, I’m sorry. Fucking bastard.”

“Yeah.” Connor hiccupped. “What are you doing?”

“Packing for my trip,” I admitted.

“Oh.” Heavy sigh. “I wish I could go with you. I don’t want to be here now.”

“I wish you could go, too. I’d love for my family to meet you. They’d fall head over heels in love with you.”

“Really? Well, maybe I can go,” Connor said.

I shook my head. “What? How? You don’t have a ticket and can you even get the time off?”