It was seven pm when he left California. He hadn't eaten, and hadn't been able to get a business class seat. Instead, wedged between two elderly travellers, he had to put up with questions about why a former a lister was on board an internal flight, in economy class. He made up some story about his documentary and having a migraine. He was soon left alone, and desperately needed some sleep. His nerves were frayed, wondering if this was the right thing to do. He would arrive at a difficult time, she'd only had a day to come to terms with what had happened, but if Aaron could fly out here and prove he cared then he could too. He selfishly just wanted to see her face. He needed to know she was alright.
Using the address Eddie had texted him, he got inside his rental car and set up the satell
