Chapter 17
I didn't hear from Luke at all on Monday, which worried me. Not that I was really expecting another vase full of roses, but I thought he'd at least call or email or possibly text me after I got home. Nothing though, and I felt a pang as I closed up my MacBook Air and went into the kitchen to make myself a salad for dinner.
Wow, you're some independent modern woman, I thought. I hoped that by mocking myself I might get my sense of perspective knocked back into place. Can't you even go a day without some contact from Luke without feeling like you've lost your last friend?