Chapter Twenty
Delilah
I turned along the road that led to the airport, feeling a little sick inside. I’d tried to make this morning normal. We had coffee, and I made omelets for breakfast. Alex insisted on helping me clean up, which annoyed me.
He’d returned his rental car two days ago after I insisted I could take him to the airport. I was now regretting that choice because I felt like a foolish girl. I was going to miss him, and this impending goodbye was bearing down on me at warp speed. I wasn’t ready to take the hit.
As I got farther down the road to the airport, it felt as if the signs were even pressuring me. I had to decide between short-term parking and just dropping him off at the curb. The decision felt ominous. I didn’t know which choice to make. If Alex hadn’t been in the
