“Good. He’s taking me to homecoming.”
“That’s cool.”
“And we FaceTimed Henry and gave him the news.”
“How’d he handle it?”
“Well. He’s seeing someone new. A girl he met at a party. He says she’s really nice and down to earth.”
“I’m happy for him.”
“Me too. Ready to bake brownies?”
Nodding, I shove another cookie in my mouth. Nothing like stress eating. Too bad the carbs don’t take away the ache in my chest.
I miss Seven.