Chapter Twenty-Three
I drove up to Puako with the photo albums on my front seat the next afternoon. It was a great day, like most days in Hawaii. I drove with the windows down and felt awesome.
As long as I didn’t think about the hole gnawing through my gut.
I thought about calling Ada a couple times and telling her I gave her the wrong impression about Ginny and me, but it wouldn’t change anything so I pushed the thought aside. I was looking for excuses to talk to her, some way to keep in touch with her. I had to find a way to let her go or I’d lose my mind completely.
Hell, I was likely to lose it anyway.
I found a beach just south of Puako and parked on the side of the road. I kicked off my shoes and walked around, letting the sand and the surf soak through me.
Ginny stopped by an
