Tucker

One Day since the Rodeo

For the first time in a long time, I’m confused when I wake up alone.

Gracie is nowhere to be seen, her dress just hanging on the back of the door like a ghost. I check the time, and rush to throw some clothes on when I realize her flight is due to depart in forty-five minutes.

I might’ve been a kid at the time, but I made the mistake of letting her go once—I sure as hell ain’t making that mistake again.

I dial Rhett’s number as I pull out my driveway.

“Hey, man, where are you? One of your kids is here for their private lesson.”

“Fuck, I forgot to cancel. I’m heading to the airport. I can’t lose her, Rhett. She can’t get on that plane.” I barely recognize my voice with how frantic I sound.

“Okay, okay,” he says reassuringly. “Don’t drive like a fool, alright? Just get there safely. I’ll take care of things here.”

“Thanks, brother.”

Despite Rhett’s concern, I drive like a bat out of hell and manage the twenty-minute drive to the airport in seventeen—I can deal with the consequences of a speeding ticket later, but I can’t even bring myself to imagine having to deal with the consequences of losing Gracie.

As I run through the parking lot and security, I’m playing my speech over and over in my head again and again.

When I get to her gate, my heart is in my throat as I watch her plane retreat down the runway.

Defeated, I slump into the nearest seat, my head in my hands.

For the second time, I’ve let the love of my life slip right through my fingers.

I thought it felt bad enough the first time.

But this time, after everything we’ve overcome the past eight weeks?

It feels like a knife right through my heart.

I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here when my phone rings in my pocket.

On the tiniest chance that it’s Gracie calling from the plane, I pull it out.

I’m only left disappointed when I see it’s Rhett.

I decline the call, but don’t even get my phone back in my pocket when it rings again—Rhett.

I answer with a gruff, “What?” If Rhett’s bothered by my attitude, he doesn’t let on.

“I’d suggest getting your ass to the school, fast. Grace is here,” is all he says before hanging up.

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