27
WESTON
I couldn’t sleep.
Nora’s words rang through my mind. I’d totally f****d it up. Utterly and completely. There was nothing I could say to fix it. I couldn’t tell her I loved her. She wouldn’t go, and I couldn’t stay. Long-distance was never going to work. There was no compromise here. There was only the end, like we’d planned from the start.
After tossing and turning all night, I packed my suitcases, picking my closet clean. Without Nora here, I’d have to figure out what to do with the place. Whitt would probably look over it until I could decide.
Two knocks came from the front door, and then it opened.
“Knock, knock,” Whitt said.
I’d asked him this morning if he’d drive me to the airport. He’d texted back, asking why Nora wasn’t doing it. I hadn’t been able to tell him the
