Ben didn't ask me what had happened. He only petted my head, smoothing my hair as I laid my head down and was crying on his middle console. When we got to my house he made sure I was ok before he left.

It was a week since the party. I had driven an hour to the mall I was familiar with to go shopping. I stopped with a bag in my arms from the underwear store and looked at my book in the window. I smiled, as the sign advertised the book but it was sold out and there will be more coming ...