The next voicemail is from 11:10 PM. Once again, Bryce's voice fills my head. 

"Amaaaaan-da! Silly girl! Where are you?" He coughs and I can only hear the roar of the party in the silence that follows. Finally, "I know you didn't leave; I'm out standing by your truck right now and it looks empty..."

I shiver. The fact that he was looking for me was bad enough. To have stalked my truck makes all of this even worse.

"Anyway. I'm going to wait here a while for you... just in case. I..." Another cough. Someone calls his name in the distance. "I love you, okay? I swear to God I do."

My stomach ties itself in knots. Suddenly, I don't think I want to hear the remaining messages. I don't think I can bear what he has to say.