The Chance (As Above #4)

22. Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Mac

I look at the timestamp on the message from Jordan and my stomach cramps so bad that I hold it.

Sixteen hours ago.

Another missed chance. A crossed timeline that never seems to settle. Thousands of miles and a single lifetime away.

If I type a hundred I miss you’s into the little text box, will he say it back?

My thumbs hover over the screen but I can’t see the letters through the water that steals my vision.

He could have been right here beside me.

He chose not to.

Locking the phone, I throw it across my empty room and turn into the pillow beneath my head and scream.