The Chance (As Above #4)

24. Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jordan

Peach: Did you read the article?

I stare at the text on my screen, unease warping my gut.

Me: Doesn’t matter now.

The response is almost instant, and it makes me wonder where the hell they are.

Peach: Does matter. Like, a whole lot.

Sighing, I lock my phone and swipe away the dampness from my face with my shirt— Mac’s shirt .

“Jorrrrdan,” Makkin chirps, his voice echoing. “Do you miss Unckie?”

I glance at the scratched marks across his paper as he scribbles giant lines over what I think was supposed to be a sun.

I sigh.

He’s my best friend.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

Of course I do.

“Me, too.”