‘Zoe, what exactly are you waiting for?’ Grandma stands on her front lawn, pruning shears in hand, sun visor on her head as I pace on the front porch.
‘He’s not picking up. What if he doesn’t want me anymore, Grandma?’
‘Get your butt in the car, Zoe.’
‘But…’
‘Car.’
She points her garden-gloved hand toward my car, and I grab my keys. She’s right. I have to go to him.
The drive takes toolong, and I’m impatient to be there. I try calling him from the car again, but he still doesn’t answer, so I call Bree.
‘Twinnie,’ she answers brightly, having no idea what’s happened the past couple of days.
‘Hey,’ my tone is clipped as I concentrate on changing lanes.
‘Zoe, what’s up?’
‘I think we broke up.’
‘What?’
‘I mean, I left him and went to Grandma’s for two days.’
‘Zoe—’ I hear theget to the pointin the way she says my name.
‘He’s going to California for six months, and he asked me to go. I said no, and I left, and now he’s not picking up my calls.’
‘You said no?’
‘I didn’t think I could do it, Bree.’
‘Zo,’
‘I know. I know now that I can. I want to, but what if I’m too late?’
‘Where are you right now?’
‘I’m driving back to him.’
‘Zo, Leo waited a lifetime for you. I don’t think there’s any such thing as too late where you two are concerned.’
‘I can’t lose him, Bree.’
‘Then get to him, twinnie.’
I smile, and we turn silent for a moment.
‘Six months.’
‘Yeah.’ I understand. Six months and a couple of thousand miles apart. ‘Bree.’
‘It’s okay. You were always supposed to travel, Zo. I accepted that a long time ago.’
I smile. I knew she’d remember even if I didn’t.
‘I love you, Bree Bree.’