Dior

　　I didn't go back to school after enjoying breakfast at the diner together with Patricia. I'm too tired. It's like I'm running a fever—the symptoms are all there. I'm sweating and freezing, but I took my temperature, and I'm supposedly fine.

　　Groaning, I shift around in the tall grass in our backyard. I called an Uber from a borrowed phone in the other town and had the driver take Patricia to a hotel nearby.

　　Although the stubborn woman was ...