Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
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Isit in my car for a fucking eternity.
I check the flight notice again and again.
Boarding.
Boarded.
On its way.
I turn my car on. Plug my cell into the stereo. Blast something by The Descendants.
The parking fee is a fucking crime.
But I don't care.
I take the streets to Lincoln and I drive. I drive until the street becomes Pacific Coast Highway proper. I drive until I'm curving around Pacific Palisades then the Malibu hills.
It doesn't help my thoughts come together.
I keep seeing the hurt on Kaylee's face.
Like I ripped her heart in half.
I was sure I was right. That hurting her was a necessary evil. That she shouldn't be with me much less love me.
But the more I drive, the less sense it makes.