Travis waits like he’s hoping for more. Actually, his head looks like it’s going to explode. “Is she coming back?” he asks finally. “She said she wants to visit, yeah. And I’ll try to visit her too.” “Oh.” A deep crease forms between his brows. “Don’t look so happy for me.” My tone is dry, and another laugh slips free. “I’m sorry. I am happy for you, but…I miss her too. I was hoping you’d convinced her to pack her shit and come back for good.”
