I break from the giggly group, grab my phone from my pocket, and scroll to Meyer’s number, but my fingers pause there. I narrow my eyes, looking out at the people piling into their cars and heading off. She has no clue I followed her home those few nights, so what the hell am I supposed to say? Yesterday, I didn’t trip on it because I heard her tell Franny her friend was coming over, so I knew she wouldn’t be working. Once I heard that, I forgot to remember I’d be gone today, too.
