NOTE TO READER

OKAY, SO I hadn’t realized I was so angry. I’d spent the past few weeks desperately trying to find him, wishing he would come back, thinking everything would be okay once he did.

I hadn’t really thought about how hurt or scared I’d been. Until I saw him again. I knew I was acting like a jerk, but I just couldn’t help it.

I needed a chance to think and calm down. Luckily, our conversation was saved—once again—by a puzzle.