I hedge, knowing the explanation is weak. “I just have to find the right time.” “Well,” Shawn says, shaking his head again. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re making the wrong decision, lying to her like that.” I know he’s right, but at the moment, with the prospect of spending the whole weekend with Indigo in front of me, I realize I don’t care. I start heading out the door, texting Indigo to tell her I’m on my way. I feel Shawn’s eyes on me as I walk away. For some reason, I feel bad. “Why don’t you try and talk to Sabrina,” I suggest. “You never know, she might come around. Maybe do something nice for her.” He scoffs. “Thanks for the advice. I know you know exactly what you’re doing.” I close the door on his sarcastic tone. When I drive around to pick up Indigo, she’s looking much better than she was yesterday.
