“Just tell me something.” Her mom stepped forward and secured a hand around Ella’s jean-jacket-covered arm. “Are you hesitating because you think Jesse will finally get his head out of his rear end and kiss you if you stay?” “Tell me how you really feel,” Ella said with a laugh, more so to hide the pain that threatened to creep into her tone. “I think that ship has sailed, Mom. He’s never gonna come around.”
