Grey was waiting outside the auditorium when I came out after rehearsal, which was strange enough that I stopped walking. He stood beside the trophy case with his backpack on the floor between his shoes and his phone in one hand. He'd left rehearsal nearly twenty minutes earlier. I'd watched him go. I had assumed he'd driven home, or gone to football practice, or decided he'd had enough of watching me forget lines for one afternoon. Instead, there he was, scrolling through something on his phone without actually moving his thumb. Marcus came through the doors behind me carrying the empty crate we'd spent most of rehearsal sorting. He asked if I wanted him to bring my bag out too, and I told him I already had it. He nodded, told me he'd see me Monday, then headed toward the parking lot. I watched him wrestle the crate into the back seat of his car before I looked at Grey again. He had put his phone away.For a second, neither of us said anything. I wondered if this was finally it. Maybe
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