109. Luther
Luther
“Hey,” I answer Joe’s call after the first ring.
I’m supposed to leave in ten minutes to meet for breakfast at his place, and I’ve been pacing a path across the house for the last thirty.
“Hey, man, Kendra isn’t feeling well. She said we could still do breakfast, and she’d just stay in her room, but I told her I could meet you somewhere else. Then we don’t have to worry about being quiet.”
I feel like an even bigger piece of shit as I heave out a breath of relief.
I’m not relieved that Kendra isn’t feeling well. I’m almost positive she’s fine and just using that as an excuse not to be near me.
And as much as that hurts to admit, I’m not ready to see her either.
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