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“I made a list,” she said haughtily, her eyes heavy-lidded as if she was above silly things like creative writing.
It felt like a gut punch. I knew what she’d made a list about—we both saw Dr. Silk, after all. “A list of all the things you want in your soulmate or whatever?”
She paled. “How…?”
“Because I did the same thing,” I said, my nostrils flaring. “I wrote it down. Everything I wanted. And guess what? I got it.”
A single line appeared between her eyebrows. “I… I don’t see what that has to do with—”
“You’d never believe me if I told you. But if you already wrote with that thing, you’re about to find out.”
Her brown-ish eyes filled with disbelief. I knew that any more words spent on this conversation would be a waste.
I didn’t have time to convince her; she’d find out soon enough.
“Here.” I pulled my business card out of my pocket. “When your shit starts going sideways, reach out. By then, you’ll bebeggingme to take it back.”
“No.”
I blinked. “Did you not hear awordI said?”
“I have no reason to give you back your pen. You’ve been rude to me, you’re demanding, entitled, and besides, I don’t even have it with me.”
“Where is it?”
She shrugged. “Like I’m going to tell you.”
I bared my teeth. I wanted to grab her slim arms and shake her; make her understand that she was about to put her life in jeopardy.
Instead, I lowered my voice. “I wouldn’t wish what happened to me on anyone. And it’s about to happen to you.”
She wore a tough-girl expression, but I could see the light misting of sweat on her temples. I’d gotten the message across without needing to go into detail.
I shook my head dismissively, feeling the tide of worry rise in my chest. Summer could show up here at any time and have a meltdown. Sure, she had medication now, but there was always a chance she wouldn’t take it. And hell, I still wasn’t sure if it had any real effect on things like her.
Grace watched my face, waiting for me to punctuate this conversation.
“Just… whatever you do, don’t write about your ex.”
Her porcelain skin paled to alabaster. “Why not?”
“Because,” I said in a whisper. “It’ll haunt you.”
She shifted her weight and the tension in her face eased. “Oh, I’msoscared.”
“You should be,” I said ominously, handing her my card. “Shoot me a text when you’re ready to give it back.”
She sighed and took my card, looking at it with disapproving pursed lips like it was naughty drawing on a homework assignment or something.
I hated her in that moment. She reminded me of every stick-up-their-ass teacher I’d ever had in grade school. The kind where my eyes would wander down to their left hand, notice a shining diamond, and wonder who the fuck would ever marry someone like that.
My eyes flicked down to her left hand—
No rock.
“I’ve got shit to do, so I’ll leave you to it. Have fun with your demons, Grace,” I said.
Before she could think of a response, I turned on my heel and left her in the corner under the cherry blossom tree.
