Chapter 5

Andrew: [What do you want for breakfast? I'll come pick you up.]

I turned off my phone.

The doors clicked shut, and the train slipped into the morning fog.

Andrew always thought I'd come running back. This time, he wouldn't even get the chance to sweet-talk me.

Andrew texted: [If you're back before nine, I'll act like nothing happened.]

He didn't actually panic when he sent that text.

He went downstairs, grabbed the ravioli I always liked, and even cooked up a pot of oatmeal himself.

For the past ten years, no matter how bad our fights got, the longest…