Another Day (Every Day 2)

“I’ll see you tom

orrow,” he says.

Tomorrow. The version he’s offering isn’t the same as the one the girl—A—offered.

I guess I’m not going to know which tomorrow I’m stepping into until I actually get there.

Chapter Eight

I fall asleep right after dinner and wake up right before midnight. And in that waking moment, I think: I want to go back there. I want to go back to that day when everything was perfect, and Justin was everything I want him to be.

Even if it wasn’t Justin.

I can’t believe I am allowing myself to think this. I can’t believe I’m opening my email. I can’t believe I am typing.

A,

I want to believe you, but I don’t know how.

Rhiannon

I can’t believe I am hitting send.

But I do.

And I guess this means there is a part of me that believes.

—

I check my email again at lunch.

Rhiannon,

You don’t need to know how. You just make up your mind and it happens.

I am in Laurel right now, over an hour away. I am in the body of a football player named James. I know how strange that sounds. But, like everything I’ve told you, it’s the truth.

Love,

A

A football player named James. Either this is the most elaborate prank ever pulled on a stupid girl or it’s real. These are the only two options. Trick or truth. I am trying hard to think of another explanation, but there’s nothing in the middle.

The only way to know is to play along.

A,

Do you have a car? If not, I can come to you. There’s a Starbucks in Laurel. I’m told that nothing bad ever happens in a Starbucks. Let me know if you want to meet there.

Rhiannon

—

A few minutes later, a reply:

Rhiannon,

I would appreciate it if you could come here. Thank you.