Winter (Four Seasons #1)
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Morgan: Where are you? Come party with me!
THE text arrives just as I’m about to take a shower before bed. It’s way too late to be going partying with Morgan, but the woman doesn’t seem to have any sense of timing.
Me: Are you lit, Morgan Kepler?
Morgan: Like a house on fire!
I laugh, but then turn my phone off. She’ll be texting me all night otherwise. It’s when I’m brushing my teeth that I remember Luke’s envelope. I half consider just tossing it straight into the trash, but I’m not brave enough to do something like that. It’s rude. Even if I do want to ignore Luke, the manners Dad instilled me with refuse to let me be that brash. I get into bed at eleven thirty and retrieve the letter from my nightstand. When I open it, I’m a little taken aback. It’s not an apology. Not even close. It’s a single white piece of paper with four symbols drawn onto it.