This Stop, I'm Getting Off Alone

The first stop on our road trip, just the two of us.

I got thirsty and went into the rest area to buy water, and when I came back, Will Harding had driven off.

I called him ten times. Every call went straight to silence.

An hour later he finally picked up, and the voice on the line was my best friend's.

"Sorry, Junie. Will just turned around to come get me. We're on the highway now, we'll reach your rest stop in an hour, tops."

I hung up and saw that the post I'd made earlier from Will's account, before we left, had a flood of new comments.