I tried to call him the next day to apologize, but he didn’t answer. I continued to call him well into the spring. He never answered. After a while, I figured it was time for me to gain some dignity and stop calling.
A knock on my apartment door shook me from my memories. It was Morgan. “Mia, Cody’s waiting for you.”
I wiped the tears from my cheeks and yelled, “I’ll be right out.”
Putting on another white turtleneck, I touched up my makeup and fluffed out my curls.
I left my apartment and went back downstairs, a big smile on my face. Cody was waiting for me, truck keys in hand. He smiled at me, understanding that this expedition was the last thing on earth I wanted to do right then.
“Ready to go get our boys?” I asked sarcastically.
He laughed and nodded, handing me my truck keys before heading to the back door. I went out the front door and climbed up into the cab. Reaching above the visor, I found my oversized polarized sunglasses and put them on.
I waited until Cody pulled out from around back before pulling out to follow him to the airport. To myself I muttered, “God, please help me.”