My hands tremble as I slip out my cell and dial a number quickly. I just want to hear her voice. I press my forehead against the wheel, no more energy to even keep my head upright. “Where are you?” Lily asks with worry. “You were supposed to call hours ago. Your flight landed, right?” “Yeah, I’m on my way home,” I lie. “Are you still in New York? We can meet up for dinner,” she offers, probably not buying my lie.
HE NEEDS TO NOT GO INTO THE BAR OMG
