Harper: You could’ve just had Braxton do it, like I normally do.
Aiden: Young wankers are all at summer camp, apparently.
I want to ask him a million questions. Why did you come back? Why are you taking care of things for me? You feel guilty? Are you back for good? Were you looking for me? How are you?
But I can’t send any of that.
Harper: How is Stuart?
Aiden: Miserable.
Harper: From traveling?
Aiden: From missing you.
Harper: I don’t believe that.
Aiden: Doesn’t make it less true.
Harper: He didn’t show me much affection when we were there together, hard to imagine he cares much now.
Aiden: Not everyone is good at affection.
Harper: Everyone could have tried harder.
Aiden: Everyone should have.
Tears are flowing down my face and the pixels are blurred in my shaking hand. But I can’t put the phone away.
Aiden: How do you like Virginia?
My breath catches in my throat. He knows where I am?
He knows where I am.
Instagram, probably. He’s been watching, paying attention. But never came to find me. Never even sent a single text, not once.
Harper: It’s nice.
Aiden: Nice enough to stay there?
Harper: Not sure.
Ask me to come home, Aiden. Ask to come here. Tell me you want to get on your stupid plane and fly here! Or fly me to you! Tell me anything.
Aiden: How was California?
Harper: Amazing
Harper: A little too far away, but amazing.
Aiden: And where to next?
Harper: Not sure
Harper: How long are you in Juniper Falls?
Aiden: Not sure
