Making myself pretty for Josh had taken longer than expected and I was now running late. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and ran out to the car. As I steered my Jeep into the gravel parking lot at the bottom of Willow Ridge, I noticed that for once I had arrived before Josh and I celebrated silently. I was always late.
I got out of my car and leaned against the bonnet in the most smug way I could, waiting for a soon-to-be shocked Josh. Ten minutes passed, then twenty. While I was notoriously late, Josh never was. An hour later, with a mixture of annoyance and worry, I climbed back in my car and drove home.
When I finally located my cell phone and saw all Josh's missed calls I firmly pushed "two" on my speed dial. A harassed voice answered.
"Lindsay, where were you?"
"Waiting for you at Willow Ridge, I forgot my cell. What's going on?"
"I tried to call you before you left. I'm really sorry Lindsay, but I won't be able to see you anymore."
"Josh, what are you talking about? If you can't make it today that's fine, we can do it another time."
"No, you don't understand. I can't see you again... ever. I'm sorry Lindsay, but I really have to go. I'm sorry."
Then he hung up.