When Sawyer became worried enough, it would be easy to find her. And that was what she wanted. Despite her anger, she wanted him to see how far she’d stalked away from the house—that distance representing the hurt he’d caused. She wanted to hear him call her name, to follow her into the emptiness, to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, a classic black-and-white movie moment. Damn it, April, don’t you know I love you? And then she’d crumple in his arms. All would be forgiven. She’d apologize, beg him to take her back.
