My eyes jump to her window, pulled by a magnet, and I find her there. She’s discreet about it, only opening the curtain enough to peek her little nose through — that perfect snub-nose I kissed about a hundred times.
The curtain pulls back even further. She knows I’m looking at her. I imagine her racing down the stairs and out the front door. I’d get out of the car and run to her and we’d hug and kiss. Cameras be damned.
But happy endings are only for movies.
She shakes her head and drops the curtain down.
I still can’t go back to Iowa. I won’t leave her, no matter what the great Bennett Roberts and his team of moderately-trained cop monkeys want. There’s no way I will be able to live with the guilt if anything happens to her — although, it’d just be the cherry on top of everything else I’ve done in this life.
It’s time to go see an old friend, but I’ll be back.
Assuming she doesn’t kill me first.