SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT the next move should be. Should she go see him again? Should she wait for him? The answer came later that afternoon, when her phone vibrated with a message. She’d been trying to keep busy, cleaning up the office and checking on the campsites. Then she tried to return to a painting she was in the middle of, but she couldn’t keep still. She’d sit down at the office desk, and then her leg would start jogging and her brain would be racing away and she’d realize she had been sitting there for ten minutes with her brush hovering in the air, doing nothing.
Then she’d resolve to focus and the cycle would start all over again. She reached for the phone, hoping it was Lee or Hannah, anyone to distract her from this tumult she’d put herself in.
Instead it was from Ben. How was
