“I called Mom.” He nods slowly, as if he knew I would. He doesn’t ask what she said, though, or how she took it. He probably can already guess. “And I canceled my flight.” He sighs and starts shaking his head. “You didn’t have to do that, Calla. I’d rather you go back home with only good memories. Not with what’s coming.” “Well, I’d rather you go to Anchorage and try to slow this down, but neither of us is going to get what we want, are we?” I step closer, to take a seat on the bed. “Are you scared?” He looks down at his hands. “Scared. Angry. Sad. Full of regret. A little bit of everything, I
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