Chapter 98

"Want a margarita, sugar plum?"

Ella glanced at Brent sitting on her couch next to Miles. They'd come over to have "girls' night" to cheer her up, along with her cousin Gerta. So far, she wasn't cheered. Grateful for new friends, but not cheered.

"No, but thank you."

"Daiquiri?"

She laughed. "I'm good, thanks."

She wasn't good. Her stomach hurt. Her head hurt. Her heart hurt.

It had been only a week since Jason had walked out of the cemetery. It took time to get over heartbreak and loss. If anyone knew that horrible fact, it was her. But she'd never been in love before. It was wonderful and magical and devastating. She was crawling out of her skin, climbing the walls. She'd cleaned every square inch of her apartment so many times, the place was sterile. She'd done her lesson plans to finish out the year and the next.