“Maybe you should call him then. He owes you an explanation, Emma. You can’t just keep second-guessing him all the time.” She picks up my phone and lays it on my chest, but I don’t move. The last thing I want to do is call him. He’ll be driving back to Manhattan anyway, back to his apartment, miles away from me. He wouldn’t pick up.  

“Can we drop this?” I sit up, so the phone slides down my body and lands on the bed. She sighs and flops back beside me, her head ...