Chapter 33

thirty-three

FINN

Made it to Sasktchewan today. You still up?

Yeah, still not sleeping well.

Tell me a bedtime story. Maybe it will help me sleep.

All right. Once upon a time there was a boy who was driving across the country to get back to the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about. Every minute felt like an hour, every mile like a hundred.

Oh, I like this story! What was the boy thinking about the girl?

Mostly, he was thinking about how much he missed her. How he didn’t realize until he was away from her how much she’d come to mean to him. How much he liked having her be a part of his life.

He sounds obsessed. Maybe he should be paying more attention to the road.

Probably, but she’s pretty unforgettable.

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