NOBODY FROM MY FAMILY CAME TO MY GRADUATION

“Who sent the text from my number using a dead woman’s tablet?”

Silence again. But this one had weight to it. This one had a shape, and the shape was in the doorway, and I turned, and it was Garrett.

Still sitting on the stair. Looking at his hands.

“Gare,” I said.

“I didn’t mean for it to be a whole thing,” he said to his shoes. “I swear to God, Jo, continue reading …