F E N R I R
I broke every single speed limit driving to the airport, the engine of my truck roaring in protest. My mind was in overdrive. What would I say to her? How could I even begin to explain?
'I'm sorry' felt so small and meaningless.
What if she didn't want to see me? What if she told me to leave? What if she hated me?
I got to the airport, and I spotted the car immediately. It was parked haphazardly in a corner, as if she had been in a hurry to get away.
Leilani's scent was faint, but it was there. I followed it towards the terminal, my heart pounding with every step.
The car was empty, safe for Orion’s car seat that was left there, empty.
I ran to the information desk. "I need to know the flights that left last night," I said to the woman behind the counter, trying to keep
