“You just missed one. It took off fifteen minutes ago, sir.” She glanced down at the screen. “There’s another one in an hour.”
Fuck me. All I could do now was hope she was on the later one.
“Just give me the cheapest ticket that gets me closest to that gate.”
Fifteen minutes later, I was minus one hundred and twenty nine dollars, standing at gate C12.
With a bunch of strangers head to Los Angeles.
Emersyn had been on the earlier flight and her phone was still going straight to voicemail.
Had she sat there on the plane waiting until the last possible moment to turn it off, wondering if I’d call or text her back? If so, she was about to fly across the country thinking I didn’t give a damn.
I stood with my hands atop my head, watching airplanes take off through the glass.
I’d lost her and it wall all my fault.
I was the one who’d sent her away.
Being the good guy that did the right thing fucking sucked.