Chapter 27 Natalia Polinski

• Jonathan and I went home, not wasting further time. The ride home was silent as if someone had just died and we were going to their funeral. Jonathan didn’t force me to talk about it too. He knew how broken I was. He could see it in my eyes.
• Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe it’s not what it seems like. But all I knew was. I had to talk to Nat.
• On my way back, I couldn’t stop thinking about the day Nat and I first met...