CHAPTER TWELVE
OLIVE
The flight goes by faster than I expected, but I stress out the whole time. I still don’t know how I feel about Axel being back again, or what this could mean for us. There’s something different between us now, though. I just don’t know what.
He’s sitting in the seat beside me. Lark is in my lap. She’s the excuse I use—I’m just checking to make sure she’s comfy and nothing might be poking against her, or anything—every time I turn my head to the right of me to look at Axel.
Sometimes I swear he’s looking back.
We haven’t talked yet, not really. He tries a few times, but I cut him off.
Maybe I shouldn’t do that, especially because when I do he uses it as an opportunity to chat up Lark instead, and she’s busy talking away with him.
I’m about to say something to hi
