"Dell, I think you should call him. It would be good for both of you."

I look away from the car window, plastering a fake smile on my face. "I'd love to, Mom, but my phone just died." Total lie. I have 95 percent battery, but I refuse to call. He doesn't deserve a call. Not after what he did. My Mom frowns, but doesn't press it. Good. She knows what he did, how he broke my heart. He doesn't deserve a call.

"Have you called him lately, or texted?"

I frown down at May, my little sister. "No, and I don't plan on it." Unwilling, I check my phone battery. 69 percent. May pouts at me. "But you love him." No I don't. Not anymore. But May idealized him, so all I say is "Maybe later," before escaping the room.

"You've talked to him since the breakup though, right?"

I glare at the wall, deliberately not answering my best friend. She sighs. "Listen, I know things have got to be tough right now, but you can't ignore him forever." "Why not?" I glance at my phone. The battery level is at 43 percent. Robin looks at me in shock. "Why not? Dell, he's your-" "No! He isn't!" I shout. My voice bounces off the walls, and I flop on the bed, lowering my voice. "Not anymore." Robin looks at me sadly. "It's your choice," she says, "but I think you should talk, if only just to clear the air." I shrug noncommittally, trying not to find the logic in her words. "Maybe."

I stare down at my phone. 24 percent battery. The screenshot shows us. Me, my mom, May, Robin, and him. He's laughing in the picture, his arm thrown around me. 23 percent. 22. I don't want to call him, but I can't help it. My fingers are tapping the familiar buttons, and then his voice is there. "Sweetheart, you called! Oh thank goodness, I've been so worried and I feel so awful leaving like that and I'm so sorry and I miss you so much-" My heart warms hearing his voice. I smile, the real first smile all day, and only then do I notice the tears slipping down my face. He is still talking a mile a minute, but all I hear is I'm sorry and I miss you. My battery is at 8 percent and I need to find my phone charger, but all I can do is whisper, "I missed you too, Dad. I missed you too."