Chapter Forty-Five
I found the quietest corner of the airport lounge and pulled out my cell.
Over the past six years, my hand floated over Daisy’s contact a million times.
She may have to do things on her own time, but I had to call her now.
My teeth chattered with nerves as the phone rang.
The voicemail service kicked in, and I groaned in frustration.
“Hey, it’s Daisy. You know what to do.”
Hearing her talk, even from a recording, stole my breath. I missed her voice.
“Um, hey, Daze. It’s me, Max. We haven’t talked in a while, and I hope you don’t mind me calling. I heard about what happened to your mom, and…I’m so, so sorry.”
My eyesight blurred. So many of my childhood memories included Amy Johnson—smiling, laughing, hugging me tight. She made me believe in myself. I knew life would move on while I was away from Harlow, but I didn’t prepare myself for this.
“She was incredible, huh? I, uh, I don’t know if you remember, but there was that showcase I had in ninth grade.
My parents missed it, of course, but you and your mom showed up.
And she brought all the guests staying at The Mirage, as if this dorky, stupid high school art show were some kind of big tourist attraction.
” I chuckled at the memory and swiped under my eyes.
“That night meant a lot to me. Do you remember? Your mom actually asked for one piece I did for that show and hung it in the lobby.”
I glanced at the departures board and saw my flight near the top. Boarding would start soon, so I needed to head to the gate.
“Ava told me about the service and the memorial and all. I’d love to be there for you. I’m about to be in Dubai for this new client project, but…uh, my coworker already said they can fly out and cover for me.”
That was a lie, but I wouldn’t give her any excuse to say no. My boss wasn’t happy about me backing out last minute, but I would quit before I’d let him tell me no.
“I’m sure you’re overwhelmed with everything.” I swung my backpack over my shoulder and gripped the handle of my suitcase. “Just call me, okay? Or a text is fine. Carrier pigeon, even. If you want me there, I’m there. In a heartbeat.”
I wanted to say so many more things, but this wasn’t the time. “Alright, well…let me know. I’m thinking of you. Bye.”