“Dominic—”
“I’ll call you back.”
I end the call before he could say anything else.
I barely register the traffic, the honking, and the city rushing past my windows. All I can think about is Sienna walking through an airport with her bags packed, preparing to board a flight without me.
Without even giving me a chance to fix this.
By the time I reached JFK, my hands were shaking. I abandon my car and run towards the gates.
I didn’t care who I knocked into. Didn’t care who stared. I just needed to find her.
I run like a madman. Like I have no idea what I am doing because I don’t.
I can’t hear anything, not the angry shouts or the curses. Only the pounding of my heart that this is going to be so, so wrong.
My eyes fly over the crowd, searching desperately for her, but still nothing.
I pull out my phone and call her, but she doesn’t pick up, and that’s when I see her.
Sienna.
My entire body goes still.
She’s just a few feet ahead of me, suitcase rolling behind her, disappearing between the crowd.
“Sienna!”
She doesn’t hear me. Or maybe she does. The way her spine stiffens, I can tell that she did.
“Sienna!”
My heart slams against my ribs as I push through the crowd. People turn to look at me, but I can’t bring myself to care.
All I can see is her.
The back of her head. Her coat. Her suitcase.
Everything about her that I know better than I know myself.
She is getting farther away.
“No.”
I push through the crowd faster, my throat aching from how loud I am yelling.
“Sienna!”
She disappears past the security checkpoint, not even glancing back once. I reach it seconds later and try to follow, but a security officer immediately steps in front of me.
“Sir, you can’t go through.”
“She’s in there.”
“I understand, but you need a boarding pass.”
“My girlfriend is in there, and I need to get to her.”