The Birthday Box That Ruined Him
Language: en
I drove all the way to the airport cargo terminal to pick up a crate of fresh peaches, shipped overnight from back home in the South. They were ripe, heavy, and smelled of the sweet, humid summers I’d left behind. My heart was light as I dialed Elliot’s number. Once. Twice. Nineteen times. No answer. My best friend, Daphne, picked up my FaceTime call on her second ring. She was flush-faced and breathless, clearly in the middle of a jog. "Still no answer?" Daphne panted, wiping sweat from her forehead. "Megan, for God's sake, have some self-respect." "He's probably just in a meeting," I…