I must have eventually dozed off again. I woke up early that morning to what sounded like voices coming from the living room. I thought I heard a woman talking to Luke. I sat listening, trying to hear what they were saying, but their voices were too low. Then there were footsteps, a door closed, and everything was quiet.
I thought about how angry Luke had been when I'd accused him of lying the night before, which meant the drive to the airport today would be painfully long and awkward. I should definitely try to make amends with him in order to make the morning less miserable.
After all, he seemed like a pretty nice guy (when he kept his opinions to himself). I jumped out of bed, got dressed, and made my way to the living room to find Luke.
I rounded the corner and saw him sitting on
