Chapter 141
Tilda
My palms are clammy against the steering wheel.
Keeping an eye on my phone GPS, I run one hand, then the other, down the skirt of my dress.
I chose my yellow dress, the one I got married in, for today.
Sure, last time I wore it I was in a plane crash. But that day also felt like the start of something new. And not just because of the crash. Or the fact that night was the first time Ethan and I had sex.
It… it feels like since then, I’ve unlocked a part of myself.
The adventure part.
The outdoor part.
The confident part.
The desirable part.
I’m still unsure what to do with myself. What job to get. What hobbies to pursue.
But I also feel more like me than I ever have before.
And because of that, I really want Ethan’s sister to like me.
My phone alerts me of my final turn in half a mile.
I wipe my hands off again.
Ethan wanted to come get me, but he had to run to the park for something this morning, and it didn’t make sense for him to backtrack to my house after that. Though now I’m regretting my decision to drive alone. Because my nerves are frazzled.
I press the brake and get ready to turn into Ethan’s driveway.
We didn’t talk about what happens after dinner, but I have a bag on the passenger seat with some overnight things.
It’s weird that this will be my first time over here. But it’s also been nice having Ethan at my house so much.
Moving from my apartment to a house in the mountains was a huge adjustment. And I think if we’d spent half the time at Ethan’s over the last couple months, I wouldn’t feel nearly as comfortable as I do now at my house.
Plus, there’s Quackers.
I know she’ll be fine.
She has fresh water in her kiddie pool. I did turn her little fountain off though, just in case something knocks it over when I’m not there to fix it. But her food dish is full. And even though fall is upon us, her bush is still leafy, and it’s still her favorite place to sleep.
And… she’s a wild duck that knows how to take care of herself.
Still, I’ll be happy to go home to her tomorrow.
I read the numbers on the mailbox, confirming Ethan’s address, then I turn.