42- Hannah

Tall, Dark & My Boyfriend: Goodbye, Hannah. I really do wish the best for you.

That’s it?

Goodbye, good luck, and thanks for everything?

So he and his mom wanted me gone. Well, that solved that mystery.

The brownie chocolate chunk ice cream turned to dust in my mouth reading the latest text from Lincoln. I had a shift at Paint It, Pal starting in an hour, but for the first time since I started, I planned to call in sick. But first, I needed to change Lincoln’s contact name in my phone. Maybe that would help me accept that Lincoln had broken up with me via text in the vaguest way possible. I mean, I knew he communicated better via text than in person, but I firmly believed some things should be said face to face.

My phone rang, startling me as I hit save on Lincoln’s new name: Tall, Dark, & Silent Heartbreaker. It was my boss, Barb, the old lady who owned

the paint store and who I hadn’t talked to since the first day she hired me. “Hello?”

“Hannah? Is that you?” Barbara said loudly in