**PART SIXTEEN**
When Annabelle abruptly ended the call, I had no idea how to react.
Was she upset? Annoyed? Did she just need to process what I said, or was it something else entirely? I didn’t know the girl nearly well enough after one day to read her, especially not over the phone.
Even worse, what was I supposed to do with myself while I waited? It would have been one thing if she had simply picked Bridget over me; after I pushed back a little more, of course. Knowing my old rival was reaping the benefits of an opportunity that should have been mine would have stung, and I can’t imagine how long I’d need to get over it. But now the band-aid was still in place, instead of being ripped off. I had no idea which way Annabelle might lean, and the suspense was already killing me.
Also, what did she mean by a few hours? That could mean anything to a teenager. Or to a university student, I guess.