Twenty-Three
Ellie
“Watching the road isn’t going to make him get here any faster,” Owen says, laughing.
I’ve been staring out the window for the past hour. Jake’s flight has already landed, but there’s no telling how long it’s going to take for him to grab his luggage and find a taxi. Not to mention, we’re a good bit away from the airport.
“Does my potato soup look good?” I ask. It’s so cold outside, I thought it’d be good to have something warm for dinner.
Owen peeks into the crock pot and breathes it in. “Smells great.”
I spot a taxi down the road, slowly making their way to the house. Butterflies swim in my gut and I jump off the couch, straight for the door. As soon as it turns down the driveway, I rush outside with the biggest smile on my face. The taxi comes to a stop and Jake
