We’d stayed in another small hotel in Washington, near the southern border. I’d managed to stay on my side of the bed. I had also managed to completely keep my tears away. I was absurdly proud of myself over that accomplishment. Max, the conversation, the traveling, the scenery…They were the best kind of distraction. I was so grateful to him for all of it. Undoubtedly, if I’d stayed behind I’d either be in my bedroom wallowing in my sorrow or I’d be listening to my parents tell me how disappointed they were in me. Looking back, I should’ve cancelled the wedding immediately. I knew that now. There was nothing I could do with that revelation except move on. Now, we’d already crossed over into Oregon. Max had decided to make a few stops along the way, to break up the monotony. He’d decided we were making good time and we didn’t need to be in such a rush. We’d actually stopped and eaten somewhere decent for lunch instead of eating in the car.
