But I have a daughter. I have an attorney to call. I have a cousin wondering where I am. And I have spent the last twelve hours being pulled into a mystery involving people I barely know.”
I took a breath.
“I need to stop reacting.”
Adrian watched me carefully.
“What are you going to do?”
“Call Celeste.”
“Good.”
“Then Marisol.”
“Good.”
“And then Ethan.”
His expression changed slightly.
“That may not be—”
I raised an eyebrow.
He stopped.
Then smiled faintly.
“Your decision.”
“Yes.”
Lily held up a crayon.
“Purple.”
I looked at it.
“Yes, baby. Purple.”
She went back to drawing.
I felt something inside me settle.
Not confidence exactly.
Something more useful.
Direction.
I had boarded the plane believing my life was falling apart.
Maybe it was.
But falling apart and ending were not the same thing.
Sometimes things broke because they had been built around truths
