No. The worst part was that Trevor stayed behind the curtain like a boy hiding from a storm he had helped create.
Savannah slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door. The windshield fogged instantly with her breath. For a few seconds, she couldn’t see the driveway, the porch, or the people who had just pushed her out of her own life. It was almost a mercy.
Her phone buzzed in the cup holder.
Trevor.
She stared at the screen until it nearly stopped ringing, then answered.
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