“The past week has been great, Julia. But there’s something wrong here. I can’t think of things to talk about with you. I don’t know how to act around you. And, yes, Gretchen’s on my mind. Too much for it to not mean anything.” He was not ready to see her face crumple into tears. He’d seen her get sad once or twice. But this? This was uncharted territory. He thought back to the night of the “BEER” party, how hurt she’d looked when he called her a cliché. This was like that, but worse. She hid behind her hands and wept.
