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The flight back to L.A. is almost nothing like the flight out to D.C, for which Alex is infinitely grateful. He’s glad to spend it sleeping, instead of trying not to cry. But while he’s definitely less miserable, Alex feels just as uncertain.
As the plane circles LAX on its descent, Alex braces for the moment the wheels hit the tarmac. It’s his least favorite part of flying; it feels so close to a crash.
The plane lands safely, though, and as it taxis to the gate Alex turns his phone back on and scrolls through the notifications. Emails from Margaret; a late exhortation from Gemma to have a good flight and call her when he lands; and a text from Carly.
Paul and Craig are done, it reads. Got a plan?
What the f**k am I supposed to do with that information? he types back, stunned, as
