Just as I was about to hang up, I heard a light “tsk” in my ear. Max had heard me after all, but he didn’t care.
“Again? When have you ever really broken up with me? In the end, you’re the one crying and begging,” he said mockingly, like a cold needle straight to my heart.
But this time, it didn’t hurt.
I wanted to tell him I was serious this time, but before I could speak, Jane’s sweet, playful voice chimed in from his side:
“Sorry, Sadie, for making you miss meeting Max’s parents today! I really wanted to come to Quentin Lake, so he brought me instead…”
Beep.
My phone died. Out of battery.
I couldn’t even defend myself.
The clock behind me ticked away, marking the hours. I’d been waiting from morning until night—eight hours. Max would never think my phone had died. He’d assume I was just mad at him.
It was raining hard. I curled up in the corner, shivering, with my legs numb and swollen from squatting for so long.
Three hours later, the rain finally stopped.