Chapter 89: Ghost of ex-boyfriends past

I walked with the box in my hands. I had dug it out of my back garden and sprayed it with some perfume. The stench was intolerable. What was I doing? This was madness. I was a one-person funeral procession. I texted Luke: I'm giving Roger back Luke was with Chris Hayes, so I didn't expect much of a response. A life chat with his rival is something I wish I could've seen. Before that street fight, they could barely be in the same room together. Now they were... friends? I'll never fully understand boys. I found the house. Number 34 is what Nicole had told me. The curtains in the windows were flowery and there was a pale pink doormat at the entrance. The garden was overgrown and in bad shape. Flowers had wilted by the house. I rang the doorbell and waited. I waited for a minute that turned into two. I rang the doorbell again. I didn't want to leave the box at her doorstep. It didn't fe