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Chapter Thirteen

Penny

"This was fun," my friendLindsay said when we stepped out of the coffee shop. "We should do it again sometime. Give me a call." She sent me an air kiss before turning around on her heels and heading in the opposite direction.

We weren't going to do this any time soon. Yesterday, I decided that I wanted to get out of the house today and reached out to Lindsay. She and I used to be close, though not as close as I was with Taylor. She spent the entire time asking me about Wally and shaming me for getting a divorce. She’d annoyed me to no end.

"I hope this doesn't give my Peter any ideas."

Right. Like being a divorcée was some sort of contagious disease. We'd met on Dartmouth Street. This was one of my most beloved areas in the city, and my favorite bakery was on Boylston Street, not very far away. I decided to head right there and see if they were still open. On the way, I couldn't help but think about Lindsay. Was it really that easy to lose friendships? Or were they all Wally's friends?

We went so far back that it wasn't easy to distinguish between my friends and his friends. My phone beeped as I turned around the corner. I had a message from Taylor.

Taylor: How is Lindsay?

Penny: Lecturing me for divorcing.

Taylor: WHAT? She sucks.

Penny: I agree. I miss you.

Taylor: I miss you too.

Penny: Riiight, I’m sure you have time to think about me while you get pampered in all those hotels.

Taylor: Of course I do... in between pampering ?? Got to start another video! Talk to you soon.

Sighing, I made to put my phone away, but it vibrated again. My stomach somersaulted. Spencer was calling. We were two weeks into our fling, and I got butterflies every time I saw his name on the screen.

I immediately put the phone to my ear. "Hey, where are you?" he asked.

"Out in the city. Why?"

"My grandmother is babysitting, and she just knocked on your door, wondering if she could see Becky."

"I'm going to be home in half an hour. Will she still be there?"

"Sure. I'll tell her that. What are you up to?"

"I'm going to my favorite bakery and... Oh no."

"What?" he asked. His voice rang with alarm.

How could he worry for me?

"They just closed. Literally. I'm seeing the person behind the cashier from where I'm standing.” I knocked on the glass door, and she snapped her head up but shook her head and shrugged, mouthing,’Sorry.’ Damn.

"What's the name of the bakery?" Spencer asked.

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