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I smile grimly, with one pressing thought running through my head.
If I don’t make it, Evie will never know how I feel.
Twenty-five minutes later, we touch down. I’ve never been happier to beon terra firma.
“See? Everything is right as rain . . . or snow, as the case may be,” the old lady says, looking out the window before unbuckling her seatbelt.
Not if Evie refuses to see me.
Then nothing will ever be right again.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Adam
Ibreathe a deep sigh of relief as I exit the jet bridge. If I never got on a plane again it will be too soon.
The terminal is abuzz with bedraggled people, several asleep in their seats. A group of teenagers dressed in green team sweatshirts are sitting on the floor playing what looks like Texas Hold ‘Em.
“Excuse me, pardon me,” I say, weaving through the crowd, looking for the men’s room. I desperately need to splash cold water on my face and calm down my heart rate. I don’t want to show up at Evie’s place looking like a mess.
If I even get that far.
Why would she see me after I kept my mouth shut when she needed me most?
I take my phone off airplane mode. A text from Zane pops onto the screen.
Good luck, bro.
I give the message a thumbs up emoji, then go to pull myself together.
Ten minutes later, I’m stepping outside into the freezing cold. Recently plowed snow piles line the sidewalk. I zip up my coat and follow signs to the taxi line, when the phone buzzes once more with a number I don’t recognize.
I let the call go to voicemail and take my place in line, the yellow cabs inching forward, accepting passengers.
A new text comes through.
It’s Jeffrey, Evie’s son. Pls answer.
When the phone rings again, I quickly tap the screen. “Hey, Jeffrey. Is everything all right?”
“Hope it’s okay that I called. Found your number online.”
“Yeah sure. What’s up?”
“I just woke up. Mom left a note on the kitchen table. Who even does that anymore? That’s what texts are for, right?”
“Uh, right.”
“My mom is on her way to see you.”
“What?”
“Listen, I don’t know what the deal is with you two but fix it, okay?”
My heart is pounding wildly, trying to focus on what Jeffrey just said. “Back up a sec. Your mom is going to Yosemite?” I ask, incredulous.
