Shiloh didn’t feel any lighter or more inclined to get out.
A song came on the radio that she hated. She contemplated changing it, but that would mean moving.
Cary knew she hated this song. He let it play out.
Shiloh shifted against the door. Her forehead hit the glass. She took a breath to say something, but didn’t.
She waited. Then took another breath to say something, but couldn’t.
She pressed her nose into the glass. “I’m not miserable,” she mumbled.
“What?” Cary asked.
“I’m not miserable,” she said, even more faintly.
He turned off the radio. “What?”
“I said—nobody’s saying goodbye.”
He turned off the car.
Shiloh kept her face against the glass. “I don’t even know why you’re mad.”
Cary didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t mean toruinyour senior prom.” Shiloh looked at him. He was staring up the driveway. His hands were still at ten and two. “You could have danced,” she said. “You could have brought a date.”
Cary nodded.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I was going with you and Mikey.”
“Yeah, but...” Shiloh blinked slowly, trying to keep her tear ducts in check. “But you have a girlfriend, right?”
“Yeah,” Cary said quietly.
“So...”
“I already went to her prom.”
“Oh,” Shiloh whispered. “Was it cool?”
“It was fine. It was the same as ours.”
“‘Under the Sea?’”
“‘Welcome to the Jungle.’”
Shiloh nodded. “You could have brought her to ours, too.”
“I could have,” Cary agreed.
“But?”
He sat back a little, settling. The seat creaked. “But nothing, really. Mikey wanted the three of us to go together.”
Shiloh let her head rest against the glass again. “I didn’t know it wasa whole thing,” she said.
