“You’re lying. Did something happen at practice this morning? Trouble in one of your classes?” “No, none of that.” “Then what?” Another shrug. “Look, if it’s all the same, I’d rather not talk about it.” There’s a beat. “Okay, whatever you want.” She hops off the couch. “Let me check on the lasagna.” I get up too. “No, you know what? I should go.” She blinks in surprise. “What?” I’m already pulling my jacket off the hook in the hall. “I’m sorry, G. I’m really not feeling it.” Concern fills her eyes. “Luke.” “Don’t call me that,” I snap.
