Me: I’ll race you. Freckles: I always win, remember? Only hours later, the messages went from cute and playful to desperate and pleading. Freckles: Please answer the phone, Kade. Let me explain. Freckles: I want to fix this. Please. Loads of missed calls, and, a week later, she says: Freckles: Luciella said you moved out. Where did you go? Please talk to me. I love you.
