32. Harley
Chapter Thirty-Two
HARLEY
Even though I moved my flight up, I still had to wait another day.
I was impatient every minute. I texted Daphne repeatedly, checking to see if anything had changed with Grant.
She assured me she had spoken to him more than once and that he was okay.
I didn't even tell her I was coming back early.
I'd booked the first leg of my flight as a red-eye during the night so I could sleep.
Except I could never sleep on a plane. I envied the people who could.
By the time Anchorage came into view late the following afternoon, I was cranky and tired as our plane descended to land. The view was breathtaking, with the afternoon sun bathing the mountains in shades of gold and silver.
I was nervous just getting here. It would be hours yet until I could see Grant because now I had a drive ahead of me.
While my car was at the airport, I was now doubting the wisdom of my plan because I was exhausted.
But I was also stubborn, and I wasn't going to delay.
I hopped in my car and started driving. The last thing I remembered was the crunch of metal and a jarring impact.
My eyes flew open, and the sound of my scream ricocheted around me.