The sun coming up over the mountains is blinding, and I have to squint to search for Pippa. I frown, not seeing her anywhere. I’m seconds away from pulling my phone out when I hear a familiar voice. “Goldie.” My stomach plummets from the way the nickname sounds coming out of his mouth. The two syllables coming from his lips still make my stomach twist, even years later. It used to be in anticipation. Only now it’s in distress. Maybe it has something to do with the menacing way he pronounces the name he’s called me for as long as I can remember.
