He knew he was going to have to tread lightly when she came back to the house. It was now more important that anything to see how she was feeling about everything, and if she had any doubts or regrets, he'd have to find a way to make her feel right again. He only wished she'd text him and give him some idea of how she was feeling.

Jenny's phone was next to her as she sat on a plastic patio chair in the backyard at her friend, Samantha's, house. They'd carefully set their chairs more than six feet apart so they could talk safely. They also brought their chairs...