Page 89 of The Long Way Home

“You were leaving,” I yell.

“Well, now I’m not.” She shrugs, defiant.

“Great.” I nod.

She nods back. “Great.”

She backs away from me and the back of my neck gets hot.

“You have a great night with you girlfriend, Beej,” she spits.

I watch her walk away for the billionth time in my life and I sigh.

What the fuck am I going to do now?