I'd even fallen for Wyatt, and I'd imagined, for a moment, that he could fall for me, too. But he couldn’t. Because the truth was, no matter how much I wanted—wanted to turn the plane around, wanted to parachute from the back, wanted to call Wyatt on a phone I didn’t have, to a number I didn’t know, because we had given each other everything except our phone numbers—there was this: everyone I’d ever loved had left me.
