Epilogue
Two weeks later…
Leah’s suitcases were packed and waiting at the door.
“You don’t have to go.” I handed her the ticket, but couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact.
“I do. And we both know it,” she replied, her voice lacking any luster.
After all of these years, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this crappy—the perpetual pit in my stomach, the pangs of anxiety and of course, there were the tears. These days, they seemed to appear more and more frequently.
“When will you be back?”
She sighed. “I don’t know. But I will be okay.”
“I know you will.”
Though she claimed she was heading to Los Angeles to help the Stantons with an investigation, she’d packed all of her belongings, sold her vehicle and bought a one-way ticket.
“This isn’t about you, AJ,” she replied af
