Sarah spent the weekend in avoidance. She turned down Lisa’s dinner invitation, citing a migraine that wasn’t entirely a lie, her head had been pounding since Friday night. She ignored the three texts from Jake that appeared on her phone Saturday morning, each one a variation of “we need to talk”

She threw herself into work she’d been putting off, buried herself in blueprints and zoning codes, anything to stop thinking about the way Jake had looked at her.

By Monday morning, she’d ...