The look on Celia’s face, and her hands on my cheeks, and what she’d said, had left me so near undone I actually did ask right away if I could take a shower. And she’d been happy to oblige, because that’s what you do with people who are so upset they’ve lost their manners. I’d barely gotten the water on before the first tears, all full of fatigue and relief, spilled over onto my cheeks. I watched them swirl down the drain, wondering how in the world Celia had been expecting me when I had absolutely no business being where I was at the moment. I probably didn’t have enough money to fix the car and make it home, let alone get to California and Kyra Kelley in time. Lilah had to be wondering why I hadn’t returned her calls, and Gina probably had all of Texas searching for me, yet here I was.What felt the worst, though, was that being this far away and this out of touch was exactly what I wanted right now—needed, even, because back home Finn was gone for good. Buried in the town cemetery.
