Chapter 50

Florence tapped her feet impatiently against the gravel road. It had been a while since she was waiting outside her favorite waffle shop.

Waiting for Daniel to show up.

She pulled out her cell phone and refreshed their chat screen. There were no new messages from him, and the last one still said, ‘I’ll be there.’ She had asked him to meet her there at four o’clock. But now it was twenty minutes past four and he was nowhere in sight.

Maybe he wasn’t going to come. Why would he, after all, when she had avoided him for two days, not picking up even one of his 56 calls and responding only after he sent 426 messages?

In her defense, she had needed the time to come to terms with what happened, and what it meant, and how it could go from there. She had learnt that being by herself was no help—her brain was constantly thinking of Daniel—and she had to meet him to sort this out.

She licked her lips, thinking hard on how she would greet him. How would she even begin addressing the topic? Sh