Page 145 of Unspoken Words
I slapped my hand to my head and began to pace. “In the movie, Meg Ryan nearly misses seeing Tom Hanks at the Empire State Building because it was raining, and there was traffic, and it was late.”
“Oh, yes, I remember that.”
“But she never gave up because she believed in fate. She knew she was on a path that would lead to Tom. Nothing was going to stop her. Not even the security guard at the building.”
Mum’s knowing smile was growing bigger by the second.
“Connor and I have always been on the same path.” I stopped pacing. “And Lilah and Byron were just detours. Max is a passenger, and the rain, it’s … it’s JUST RAIN!”
Stepping back, I moved in front of my mirror, wiped my face, and fixed my newly strawberry-highlighted hair. “This will have to do.”
“What will—”
“I gotta go.” I pressed a quick kiss to her head. “Bye.”
“Ellie, where are you going?” Mum called out.
“TO GET MY TOM!”
*
The windscreen wiperson Mum’scar swished from side to side as I turned onto Connor’s street, my heart beating a million miles per hour, my bottom lip indented by my teeth. I was on a mission to get my man, regardless of whether he was home or not. I’d wait if I had to. I’d wait with Trevor the Trout.
My phone sounded an incoming call on the passenger seat beside me, so I glanced over at it, Connor’s name highlighting the screen.
Fate,I thought and picked it up to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Ellie! Listen.”
I pressed the phone to my ear. “What?”
“Listen. Can you hear that?”
Pulling up outside his house, I cut the engine and listened harder, the sound of Connor’s voice singing Ever After the only thing I could hear.
“It’s your song,” he explained.
I laughed and shook my head. “No, it’syourso—”
“It’soursong, and it’s ON THE RADIO!”
“WHAT?”
“They’re playing it on the fucking radio, Ellie!”
“OH MY GOD! That’s amazing!”
We were both quiet as we listened, the smile on my face so huge my cheeks nearly cracked. “Wow! Look at you go, you Singer McRadio Head you.”
He chuckled.
“I’m so, so proud of you, Connor. You deserve this.”
“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice losing its spark.
“What’s wrong?”
