Chapter 7
[Simon, this is goodbye.]
I dropped my phone and chuckled bitterly.
The start with Simon was a fairytale, but the ending was a hot mess.
Perhaps folks like us, with our different worlds, were never meant to be. It was time to get my life back on track.
Simon did not text me back. He probably figured that I was just upset.
It was better that way–less drama to deal with.
I shut my eyes, letting sleep pull me under.
By the time Simon read that text the next day, Nicole and I would be airborne.
Meanwhile, Simon snapped awake to my message, froze, then booted the coffee table across the room.
He dialed his driver frantically and yelled, “Get over here, now! Airport, stat!”
The driver hesitated as he replied; “Mr. Hoffman, aren’t you supposed to be with Mrs. Hoffman at the doctor’s-”
Simon interrupted, “Ella isn’t Mrs. Hoffman. Lily is Mrs. Hoffman! Don’t you get it? Airport, now!”
Simon was restless the whole drive, punching numbers into his phone only to be met with dead lines..
He pressed the driver to speed up, the car roaring as it raced through a field blooming with flowers.
A sea of roses stretched out before them.
