“No,” I said.

“I’m leaving.”

Marissa laughed nervously, but even she wasn’t smiling when the automatic doors closed behind me.

PART 3

I had booked a return trip for the following afternoon, assuming we’d spend the night together in a hotel.

I sat on a bench outside the terminal with Piper in my lap and called the only person I knew in that city: my college friend Tessa, who had moved there three years earlier.

“Jenna? What’s wrong?”