Men aren't any different from women. Once disaster lands on your own head, you get unbelievably sensitive. All it takes is the slightest thing off, and you can sense it.
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The second thing happened while I was leading a tour overseas. After we landed and checked into the hotel, I picked up my phone to let Shay know I'd made it safe.
But when I opened my feed, there was her latest post.
Back home it was peak travel season. Shay had taken a busload of tourists out to see the mountains.
In the photo, Shay stood in an open field with thirty-some tourists, all of them holding a banner. Milo was right beside her. The two of them stood close, their heads tipped in toward each other.
Sunrise lighting up the peaks. Absolutely breathtaking.
Gorgeous mountains, Shay's excited caption. I was ready to let it go. They were on the same tour. People take photos together, it's normal.
I was about to call Shay when Rina's message came in first.
It was a photo. No, a screenshot. A screenshot of Milo's post.
Rina: Finn, that sunrise over the mountains is gorgeous. We should go sometime!
I wrote her back.
Finn: For sure. We'll get the chance.
But my eyes went straight back to that screenshot. Milo's caption was the part that burned.
Every road ahead, I want to walk it with you.
Read one after the other, the two captions lined up a little too well.
Sunrise lighting up the peaks, absolutely breathtaking. Every road ahead, I want to walk it with you.
Something in me went cold and sick. I turned off my phone and went to sleep.