If my whole world wasn't crumbling right before my very eyes, I'd want to move heaven and earth to remove the pained look in his eyes. As it was though, I was freaking out. Seven years worth of going back to Don Angelo so that one day, when I was brave enough, I could leave him behind for good. Seven years of saying goodbye to Scott over and over, praying I'd make it back to him. All of that couldn't just be gone.
"Not now. I have somewhere to be," I said, trying to hide my distress.
"I'll drive," he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket.
There was no time to argue with him. I got into the car next to him and let him drive. Not a single doubt remained in my mind. I didn't even try to keep looking on my laptop, because I knew I wouldn't find it. I was hacked. At a coffee shop. On camp
