She let her go, and they climbed the stairs. The valet had clipped the car seat onto one of the creamy leather seats, and Keely helped Zoey into it.
“More music?”
Zoey nodded, and Keely sat down and opened up her phone.
The flight attendant closed the door. The pilot had already started his preflight check.
Another text. This from Goldie.
I got your new song. “Hear My Name.”
Are you sure?
She glanced at Zoey, now looking out the window, and texted back.
Did you get the doctor’s report I sent?
Yes. Maybe time would heal—
She considered Zoey.
Or maybe Bliss’s time is done.
She hadn’t really spoken it aloud, but the truth had been sitting inside her since her exam.
The cursor blinked. Three dots, then they disappeared.
Poor Goldie.
Keely pulled up her playlist and continued playing the album, listening, watching Zoey as she held her panda and stared out the window.
Poor Donald. Poor Wren.
Her phone buzzed.
Let’s record it and drop it as a single.
She stared at the message, the cursor blinking.“You’re creative,Keely. Figure it out.”
She looked at Zoey, who had started to kick her seat, almost in beat with the pop music.
“We don’t know him more without risking our heart. And doing the hardthing.”
Okay, here went nothing.
She got up and walked to the cockpit door. Knocked on it.
The pilot opened it. “Ma’am?”
“What would it take to reroute us to Anchorage?”
At least he could walk.It wasn’t pretty, but Dawson had ditched the crutches, and after an entire week, now walked into the Tooth wearing just his knee brace.
About 2400 milligrams of ibuprofen sluiced through his veins.
So, of course, Axel came in behind him, his chauffeur.
Caspian ran ahead and circled back, tail wagging. All clear. He bent and rubbed the dog behind his ears.
