I won't tell him.
"Alright," he says finally. "Be safe in Denver. Call me when you're back."
"I will."
I hang up and sit there with my phone and the knowledge that I'm running. That's what this is. Running from Callie and the way she makes me feel and the choice I'm terrified I'll make if I stay.
My phone buzzes.
Callie: Luke said you're leaving.
I stare at the message. Should've known he'd tell her immediately.
Me: Work thing.
Callie: For three weeks.
Me: Maybe four.
The dots appear and disappear. Appear again. This time they stay.
Callie: Is this because of what I said last night?
I close my eyes. She knows, of course she knows.
Me: No.
Callie: Ethan.
Me: It's work. That's all.
Callie: You're lying.
Me: I'm not.
Callie: You're running.
The words hit harder than they should. Because she's right, I am running, and we both know it.
Me: Maybe. But it's better this way.
Callie: Better for who?
Me: Everyone.
The dots appear and stay for a long time. No message comes.
I set down the phone and look around the cabin. I need to pack. I need to arrange things so the place doesn't fall apart while I'm gone. I need to do something productive instead of sitting here staring at my phone.
I don't move.
The phone buzzes again.
Callie: Will you at least come and say goodbye?
My chest tightens. Seeing her before I leave is a terrible idea. The worst idea. But I can't leave town without seeing her face one more time.
Me: When?
