“I kind of do. I mean, if she’s not going to move, and I
do know that for sure, and I’m not going to move, and I also
am ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure about that, then how
are we ever going to make it work? I’ve been in relationships
before where I knew it wouldn’t work and I still wasted so
much time and effort on trying and in the end, I was right. It
didn’t work.”
“That- that doesn’t mean that you didn’t learn anything
along the way. Or that what you felt wasn’t legitimate,”
Danica sputtered.
“I’m not saying I didn’t or that it wasn’t.”
“Then I’m really not sure what you’re talking about. If
you stand here any longer discussing this nonsense, then
you’re going to miss your flight. You need to get on it and go
and see Dallas. Dallas is different. Dallas is always going to be
different. If you want to make it work, then you will. I
wouldn’t be so sure about those never’s if I was you.”
Quinn stared at her sister, imploring her to try and feel
what it was that she felt. She wanted Danica to understand.
She needed her to understand.
“You’re getting that look where you aren’t going to
change your mind or listen to me. I think if you’re having all
these worries, then you need to get on that flight and go talk to
Dallas. You need to tell her what you’re feeling and you need
to talk it out. But if you don’t go now, you’re going to miss
your flight.”
“Then I’m going to miss it,” Quinn mumbled.
“I’m sorry, what? I thought you just said you’re going
to miss it.”
“I did.” Quinn took her suitcase and started to wheel it