None of us spoke during the drive back to the bus. There was no handholding, kisses, or secret touches. Houston didn’t look at me, not even to make me squirm. Rich, on the other hand, couldn’t stop watching me as if he expected me to shatter at any moment. Maybe I would. Loren’s anger and accusations filled me with bitterness and insecurity until I slowly came to my senses. I could never have all three of them.
