Let My Best Friend Have You
Language: en
We were on the first leg of our road trip—the one Lynn and I had spent months planning. I was thirsty, so I pulled into a highway service plaza to grab some water. When I walked back out to the parking lot, her car was gone. I called her ten times. Every single one went straight to voicemail, or she clicked decline. An hour later, the call finally connected. But it wasn't Lynn's voice on the other end. It was Chad's. "Hey, man, sorry about that," Chad said, sounding entirely too casual. "Lynn turned back to pick me up. We just got back onto I-80. We’ll be at your rest stop in an hour,…