Twenty
Holly
I sip my iced coffee, waiting in the last row of the parking lot, tucked between two work trucks.
“Will you please turn off your car and walk in there?” Dana says through the Bluetooth speaker in my SUV.
“No. I’m not ready.”
“Three months isn’t a long time.” I hear sheets rustling.
“Were you sleeping?” I ask.
“Not really. There was a five-car pile-up a while ago, and the adrenaline is still rushing through me.” Her voice lowers. “I’m warning you, I’m going to fly up there and drag you kicking and screaming into that man’s office if you don’t make yourself known soon.”
My eyes focus on the company sign again. He had time to start a company, but never to call me or send me a card or a gift. Not even write me a letter. He had time to start a family.
“I will. I promise.”
