Unluckily, when I got out to the bike and got back on the road, I didn’t see the minivan coming until it was way too late.
Twenty-Five
People say “sus” because they can’t spell suspishus.
—Silver to Webber
SILVER
“You should totally get married here,” Eedie said as she stood at my side, looking out at the beach.
“I think it’d be lovely,” I admitted. “A destination wedding would be perfect, too, because neither one of us has much family. We could get your grandmother here, and my sister and her husband. The club if they can make it. And get married right there on the beach.”
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it.
“You could wear a flowy white wedding dress that’ll wave artfully in the ocean breeze. And Dad could wear jeans, no shoes, and a button-down shirt.” Eedie clapped her hands together, her eyes huge and excited.
God, I loved Webber’s kid.
She was so beautiful.
It flabbergasted me that Elizabeth could treat her like she was a piece of trash that she was too good to pick up.
“What else do you think?” I wondered.
“I think that Audric’s place is awesome, and that he should definitely come out here to visit more.” She paused. “And bring me with him, because I could seriously get used to this weather. A UV of nine and ten almost every single day? Eighty-degree weather. Ocean breeze?”
“Maybe when Hai gets into the Air Force, he can get stationed here or something,” I offered.
“One can hope,” she breathed. “Because that sounds a lot like heaven to me.”
I patted her elbow. “What do you think about the…”
Every single phone in the area went off, and more importantly all of them were belonging to the women that were at our table.
Eedie and I were the only ones whose phones didn’t go off, and it left me with a sinking feeling that sent shivers straight down my spine.
Eedie and I looked at each other, and it was like we both knew.
“What happened?” I whispered, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
“Is it Dad?” Eedie asked.
They all looked at Eedie, and the sorrowful look on their faces confirmed it.
Something had happened to Webber.
If I never saw another airport again, I would be happy.
“Please.” I felt like Kevin’s mom from Home Alone. “Please, I have to get home. Please.”
Except, it wasn’t my kid who’d been left alone at home. It was the man that I loved with my whole heart.
Eedie stood beside me, tears slowly snaking down her cheeks.
The woman behind the desk gave me a pitying look. “There’s not another flight that leaves tonight. Only this one.”
Anger fueled my veins.
