CHAPTER 20
Riding the bus back to his apartment, Scott pulled out his phone. He’d been so good lately about not checking his messages, wondering every five or ten minutes if he might have an email from her. But even though he knew there wouldn’t be one today, his heart raced as he opened his inbox.
A few messages from coworkers, but nothing that couldn’t wait until he got into the office tomorrow. Two emails from missions’ news websites, which he saved to read later.
And that was all.
The disappointment was as real and as poignant as it had been four months ago.
He stared at his inbox, knowing he should close it. Knowing nothing good could come from keeping it open. Knowing that if he let himself dwell in the past, he’d be useless for the rest of the day.
He tapped the button anyway.
