Her heart pounded and her mouth was dry. This was it. She had asked God for a sign to show her that she had taken the right path. This was as big as they came. Trey was looking for her. She took a deep breath to keep the tears at bay. All these years she had consoled herself with the fact that she had made her choices. She had got on the bus that had brought her here. She had made the decision to take the money Trey’s parents gave her and buy a bus ticket with it. Now it seemed as if the wind was shifting. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the booth in the diner. Emma pounded the high-chair tray demanding her attention, but the images of the past swamped her. She remembered it like it was yesterday, that rainy night in August when she had gone to their house. “House” seemed like such an inadequate word for the gigantic structure. They told her that Trey didn’t want to see her. He had even gone back to school a week earlier than planned. And he hadn’t even told her.
