“Oh my God,” she muttered. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Another burst of muffled laughter drifted through the phone. Then she sighed. “Well, what do you want me to do right now? We have people here.”
I remember staring at the pavement beneath my feet and feeling something inside me go cold. “I thought maybe you’d say you were coming.”
“Tonight isn’t possible,” she said quickly. “Call your sister if you need company.”
My sister, Megan, didn’t answer. She texted twenty minutes later: Mom said you’re upset. I’m at the shower. We’ll talk tomorrow.
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