Of a wedding
My eyes shoot open. What? We never—
Of a band
Of a family
What is she talking…
Of some land
With our names on it—side by side
You let me go
And he was there instead
Bet you wish he wasn’t now.
I can barely hear her over the thrumming of my heartbeat in my ears, but I swallow hard and focus as she presses forward toward the mic with a smile.
He held me close
Touching knees and half-drunk smiles, magic words passed between us like breaths
He picked up the phone
And opened his door
And cherished my dreams as his own
Of singing
Of sharing
Of loving
Of home
With our names in it—side by side—
I let you go
And found someone better
And I
Bet you wish I didn’t.
As soon as the song wraps, I sprint out of my office to locate Arlo and end up practically tripping over him in the hallway, where he’s been waiting, giving me space.
“This was prerecorded?” I ask, sounding more strangled than I would like, but that’s something I can fix on my way to wherever Lorelai is.
“Three days ago. She was taking her friend Maren to the airport this morning but should be on her way back by…”—he looks at his wrist, completely absent of any watch—“now.”
“I have to go.”
“You have to go,” he agrees.