There are car keys on the trunk, and I stop and stare at them, my mind racing. Maybe they’re Jake’s. I could go for a drive until I’m tired (more tired). Maybe I could stop somewhere and buy him something, because he’s already the best boyfriend ever, and he deserves gifts too. Sweet things like him. I bet he wouldn’t even care if I borrowed his car. I’d bring it right back. I’m excited now and happy again. He’s going to be so surprised.
