Chapter Twenty-one
Laura’s finger hovered over the keys of her phone. She was torn: should she text Sofía and let her know that she was on her way to Nicaragua and hope that they could meet on the off chance she would be available, or not because Sofía might think she was stalking her? Christ, she suddenly felt like a high school girl with her first crush. The swirling crowds, professionals pulling rolling briefcases, women with strollers, and hipsters oblivious to the masses, headphones perched at their temples that looked more like appendages growing out of their heads, filled the terminal. The bustling airport only made her more anxious as she leaned against the bistro set in the wine bar trying to figure out whether her quick trip to Nicaragua would be welcome news.
“Screw it. If she
