Chapter Thirty-OnePaige
Cannon: I fly out this afternoon. Wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me before I left.
Cannon’s text message that morning came as a surprise. I was lying in bed thinking of him and my talk with Allie last night when my phone chirped, signaling a new message. I could only wonder if he was lying in bed across town thinking of me too.
After hearing nothing from him since the fire last week, I expected him to leave without a backward glance. Of course I wanted to see him, but when I thought about how that meeting would go, doubts began to creep in.
What would we say—I’ll miss you? Have a good life? That was too painful to think about. I’d come to terms with the fact that I’d have to watch him move on from afar, that I’d occasionally hear updates from Allie. I was sure
