He looked at me.
“You really believe that?”
“Yes.”
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he smiled.
“You know what your problem is?”
“I have several. You’ll need to be more specific.”
“You always know what to say.”
I laughed.
“No, I don’t. I just say what I wish somebody would tell me when I’m being stupid.”
He looked at me a little longer than usual.
Then Delaney’s car pulled into the driveway.
I stood immediately.
That night, I went home and cried.
Not because Caleb had done anything wrong.
He hadn’t.
I cried because I had finally admitted something to myself that I could no longer ignore.
I was falling in love with my best friend’s boyfriend.
And I hated myself for it.
From that day forward, I created distance between us.
I stopped sitting on his porch. I declined invitations to watch baseball with the two of them. When he offered to help me carry supplies, I insisted I could manage alone.
