The first thing I do when I get back to my room is check my phone.

There's a new message.

I take a deep breath and press the voicemail button before I have the chance to lose my nerve. I know without even looking at my missed calls that the message is from Garrett.

"Hey, Lils. Got your message. Give me a call back when you can." His voice is casual, as if my calling him was perfectly ordinary - as if I haven't spent the last several months actively ...