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I had to look away I had to bury it or choke

“I’ in,” I said quietly “You can come with me, or wait in the car, or you can leave I really don’t care”

Except that I did I cared a lot

I yanked on the door, sla back What was the point?

I was alone

Chapter Eighteen

Nathan

I waited in Monroe’s car for about twentyMonroe Brent Myself Trevor The Coffee House

I watched guys I knealk in with their guitars, and it was hard not to get out and walk in the other direction I couldn’t fatho the music without Trevor I didn’t think I could stand it

And yet, there was a part ofall of it, and I suppose it was that part of ot out of the car, but instead of heading in the opposite direction, I foundthe street

Out here, near the patio, I could hear Brent singing—or trying to sing The guy was great for background vocals, but he didn’t have the chops to carry anything on his own He hit a particularly difficult note—a high C—and I winced

“Please tellin?”

Janelle, one of the waitresses, wiped up the last table and nodded toward the door With the music on, the patio was empty

I didn’t answer her because I wasn’t sure

“I hope you do, hon,” she said before heading to the door “I’e”