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“Well…she left the other half to a guy named Justin Banks”

“Who is that?”

The only person I’ve ever loved

“He was just a boy I greith My Nana took care of him while his parents worked Justin’s house was on one side, mine was on the other, and Nana’s was in the middle”

“So, he was kind of like a brother to you?”

I wish

“We were close for many years”

“Fro changed?”

“You’d be right”

“What happened?”

There was no way I could handle rehashing it all Today had already been too ive her a shorter version

“Basically, I found out he was keeping soet into it But let’s just say I was fifteen at the ti my hormones and my issues with my mother I made a rash decision tothe pain, I said, “I left everything behind in Providence and moved to New Hampshire”

Thankfully, Tracy didn’t pry as to what the secret was That wasn’t the issue I needed to talk about today It was ure outold wounds

“So, you basically ran away fro with it”

“Yeah Ran away from my problems…and from Justin”

“You haven’t spoken to him since?”

“After I left, there were several uilty about the way I handled things I did eventually try to see hiize once I came to my senses, but by then it was too late He didn’t want to see ot in with a different crowd and then eventually h school We just completely lost touch, but he stayed in contact with Nana apparently She was like a second mother to him”

“Do you knohat’s become of him?”

“I haven’t looked him up I’ve always been too scared to find out”

“Well, we need to take care of that right now” She put down her fork and dug inside her purse for her phone

“Whoa…what are you doing?”

“You know I’m a self-proclai him up on Facebook Justin Banks…you said his name was? And he lives in New York City?”

Covering my eyes, I said, “I can’t look I won’t look There are probably hundreds of guys named Justin Banks out there anyway You probably won’t find him”

“What does he look like?”

“The last time I saw him, he was sixteen, so I’m sure he doesn’t look the sah”

He was really cute I can still see his face like it was yesterday I could never forget it

Tracy was reading aloud infor up on Facebook Nothing stood out until she said, “Justin Banks, New York, New York, musician at Just In Time Acoustic Guitar”

My heart dropped, and to ht their way throughto the surface so fast were unsettling It was as if he’d come back from the dead “What did you just say? Works where?”

“Just In Time Acoustic Guitar? Is that him?”

The words wouldn’t co the na guitar on our street corner

Just In Time

“That’s him,” I finally conceded

“Oh my God, Amelia”