GINA
The next morning, I stuff my already packed belongings into the car and climb into the front seat. Lucas rushes after me, getting into the driver’s seat. I fold my arms across my chest and turn away from him, pressing my nose to the window and essentially, ignoring him.
The drive to where the jet would pick me up is awkward, tense and silence. I whip my phone out of my small bag and search for Sophie’s number. I contemplated calling her, for a while, my lips pursing and my brows furrowed hard in concentration as I stare at her number. Then, I decide to text her. My fingers move swiftly across the screen as I type a message: Hey Soph, change of plans. I left Costa Rica for New York today. Lucas is staying behind her. When you and Dean return, I’d love to see you sometime in New York
