I can’t pay attention to her, I can’t even cry or anything. I just sit there
in the middle of Andy’s parents’ overpriced couch in their living room
that looks like it could be on the cover of some housewife’s magazine. I
sit there for awhile, motionless with the phone pressed against my ear.
“What?” my voices shakes as I ask a question I didn’t even mean to mutter.
“I’m sorry, hon, but it wasn’t there. Are you sure you didn’t take
it with you or move it before you left?” Now, after the initial shock has
passed, the tears come. “No, but I think I know where it is.” I clear my
throat, trying to hide any indication that I’m crying but Heather knows
me all too well.
“Mia, I’m so sorry. Do you want me to come to Andy’s? I know
where his parents’ house is, I could be there by…”
“No, no. Thank you. Just make sure you lock the door before you
leave. Thanks again.” I hang up before she can say anything else. She’s a
great friend and she’s only trying to help but I can’t talk to her right now.
I just want to forget the whole thing and enjoy my time with Andy.
Andy and I spend a few days lounging around the house and
going on nature walks. It is fun at first but now I’m growing tired of it,
there’s only so much to see in Harrisburg. On our fourth and last day
at the house I wake up abnormally early and decide to go on a walk by
myself. Even though I lost the Rainy Day Fund I still have my debit card,
so I walk to the supermarket and buy some ingredients to make breakfast
for Andy and me.
An hour later on my walk back from the supermarket I notice
someone’s sitting on the steps leading to Andy’s front door. It’s a man
with dark hair but that’s all I can make out from this distance. My first
thought is Andy must’ve woken up and gotten worried when he realized I
wasn’t there, but then why wouldn’t he just call? A few steps later I notice
the man isn’t Andy, but rather Johnny. I almost drop my grocery bag; I’m
that surprised.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. It sounds harsh but considering
everything he’s put me through, I don’t regret it.
“I was just gonna ask you the same thing.” He’s sitt