I stood outside Sonny's sleek row house, waiting for him to pull his car out of the garage. The sky stretched wide and gray, a few clouds drifting lazily, mirroring the swirl of thoughts in my head.
I kicked a small pebble across the cracked sidewalk, watching it skitter into the grass, my breath puffing out in a cold, visible cloud. My tight off-shoulder sweater and white mini skirt felt too thin against the wind, my long dark hair fluttering around my flushed cheeks. Ezra's silence—his lack of calls or messages—pressed harder now, a knot of guilt tightening in my chest as I thought about what I'd say when I saw him.
