“I actually am okay. Maybe for the first time in a long time.”
“Where to?” Jenna asked.
“Ava’s place in Fremont. She’s expecting me.”
“Then let’s get you there.”
As I pulled out of the parking lot, I glanced up at the windows of the apartment, still glowing with party lights and the shadows of people trying to figure out what to do now that the guest continue reading …
