Summer

Dee sat with me at a small table outside Mel's Café and watched me play with my salad. I pretended not to notice. Eventually, she drew her brows together, dropped her fork, and glared at me.

"Out with it. What's wrong?"

I sighed. Where to start? "Nothing. I'm sorry. I'm fine." Dee didn't look convinced. "Okay, but don't tell anyone. Got it?"

She leaned forward, her eyes round in panic. "Summer, what's going on?"

As if expecting someone to ...