Chapter 8

I dialed Barrett’s cell phone next and wasn’t surprised when I got his voicemail. If my aunt was hard to get on the phone, Barrett was next to impossible.

“Hey, it’s me.” I swallowed hard. “Listen, I’m on my way over so I can take a look at the car. If that’s cool, I’ll see you in a bit. If not call me back in the next five so I don’t drive out there for nothing.”

I disconnected and stood for a minute staring at my phone. Why did I always feel desperate when I called him? I thought back to the times when I had called just to say hello, leaving messages that told him I was thinking about him, letting him know I was there if he wanted someone to talk to.

He never returned my calls. Each time I did it, I swore I would never call him again and here I was, calling him, inviting his casual cruelty back into my life.

When I saw his number come up a minute later, I answered in disbelief.

“Hey there,” I answered trying to sound casual.

“Hey,” he sounded weary.