We drive into the city, the radio playing softly, the air conditioning raising goosebumps on my skin. My best friend has essentially forgiven me for keeping my relationship with his father a secret—I’ve already gotten a better outcome than I deserve. I’m trying to suppress any more dangerous hope from rising to the surface, but the closer we get to our destination, the tighter my throat gets. Especially when we drive right past the hotel where Tristan and I met every night for one glorious week.
“Where are you taking me?”
Giving me a cheeky look, he doesn’t answer. But then he parks in front of Wonderbluss. The art installation center I took Tristan to on our first night together. There is no way Eric could know the significance of this place unless Tristan told him.
My heart pumps wild
