Not a lie.
Me
Weather might be forcing me to change my route.
A complete lie. And hopefully, he doesn’t check the weather app.
Me
Not positive where I’ll be stopping next.
Another lie.
Jones
Fuck. I really need to get outta here.
My shoulders sag in relief.
Me
Next time.
Jones
My dad is driving me bat shit crazy.
Me
Worried about Camille?
Jones
He’s texting and calling me for every little thing at the store.
Me
Guess your dad won’t be the only one glad to have her home.
Jones
I didn’t realize how much Cammie did for him.
I’m counting down the days. 5 more.
Same as you.
My heart slams against my ribcage, feeling caught.
Me
Give or take.
Gotta get back on the road. Later.
I rush into the restroom, my heartrate accelerated. I’m a terrible liar.
When I return to the café, Camille waits by the door with a furrowed brow and a coffee in each hand.