45. Jenna
45
JENNA
Even as I stood in the security line, I wasn’t sure how I’d managed to get out of the car. I’d been tempted to tell the driver to turn around, take me back home so I could find Sy upstairs and wrap her in a hug one more time.
But instead, I was in this unmoving line, backpack on top of my carry-on suitcase. I’d already checked my larger suitcase before hopping into the security line.
Every step of this process made leaving more tempting. I hadn’t even had my ID checked yet, still standing in the Terminal’s lobby And I had no idea what the hold-up was.
I shook my foot as I waited, unable to listen to music without knowing that whatever I put on would be forever tainted by this movement.
Taking in a deep breath, I inched forward a few feet. I poked my head out of the line to try and see why this was moving so slowly.
But all I could do was sigh. People just didn’t have their IDs ready by the time they got to the front of the line.
Knowing there wasn’t much to do, I just opened my phone and scrolled between the pages of apps I could click on.
Then my eye caught on a picture of Sy – one I’d taken when she was up on stage at Winnie’s sometime this summer. She was undeniably gorgeous, her smile making anyone with eyes swoon.
I bit my lip, desperate to get back to her.
If it’s meant to be, it will be.
The words would have to be enough to get me through the next few months while I found my footing.
The line crawled forward.