vehicle. Like something was wrong.
“Quinn? What’s- are you- are you at the airport?”
“No.” The line was silent for a little bit. “Danica’s with
me. We’re in her car. She’s driving.”
“Oh my god. Did you miss the flight? I can try and help
you book another ticket. I’m sure there’s another flight leaving
today. It’s alright, we’ll get it figured out.”
“No. I- yes. I missed the flight. But it wasn’t an accident.”
Dallas sat down so hard on her couch it just about lifted up
at the opposite end. “What do you mean?”
“I mean- I- I don’t think this is going to work.”
“What’s this? The flight? Coming here? Or us?” Dallas
couldn’t believe that just a few minutes ago she was so happy
that she felt like she she’d separated into little particles of
joyful, radiant energy. Now she felt exactly the opposite. So
heavy that she might have turned to stone.
“I don’t know.”
That was echoed by a muffled sound in the
background, and Dallas figured that Danica was either giving
Quinn a piece of her mind or telling her to come out with
whatever she had to say.
“Are you sure? That you don’t know, I mean.”
“No. I- guess not. I’ve been thinking about it all
month. I want to make it work. I really do feel all these things
for you. That’s real. I let myself have all those feelings. I let
myself believe that it could work. I wanted it to work, but the
reality is, I know that it won’t.”
“But it’s only been- it hasn’t been that long. How can
you know?” Dallas felt like she’d just gone into shut down
mode. Her brain was probably trying to do it as a survival