Gabriella

Traffic sped along the interstate as Johnathon drove me to the airport. Last night, I gave in and called Millie, informing her that I wouldn’t be in the office today. My next call was to Niles. He promised to watch the movers and help Rosemary.

It wasn’t Beta Kappa Phi that had my stomach in knots. It was the unknown of this upcoming weekend. Even though I’d left Damien a voicemail last night, I’d yet to hear from him. When I ...