Snow on the Other Side
I could not stop shaking my head, standing in the snowy field for what felt like forever, trying and failing to make myself believe what had happened.
Angry and confused, I dialed Nancy's number, eager to ask her why she had not told me the truth.
However, she kept hanging up on me, over and over, until she finally texted me.
[I'm busy. Don't call me again until you're ready to say sorry to Hank.]
Then I saw Hank's new post online. He and Nancy were playing a game and kissing behind a card, both looking so happy.
The post said, [Happy New Year! The lucky number is 147.] He even shared the address of the karaoke place they were at.
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