“Is your number still the same?” He pulls his phone from his pocket. When I don’t answer, he looks up from the screen at me. “In case I need to get in contact with you about Everly.” “Oh, uh, if you need anything you should contact Mrs. Best or Kim in the office.” He taps out something and my phone buzzes in my pocket. I’m sure he can hear it, but I don’t make any move for it. Tyler wraps his long fingers around his phone and finally smiles at me. Really smiles. With all that teenage Tyler charm I fell in love with four years ago. But there’s something else in it too. Regret? Pain?
