Jen sat in the passenger seat waiting for Emma to finish locking up. Emma turned the key in the deadbolt as her cell rang. She smiled in relief when she saw it was Brad. She’d been calling for weeks until his roommate answered and said he was away on an assignment and had forgotten his phone. Forgotten? Or left? “I’m sorry I was out of touch for so long. I …” Brad hesitated, then rushed out with, “I think I just needed to get away and deal with what was happening with you and Dad.” “I understand. I really do, although it would have been nice to at least know you were okay.” “I know. I’m sorry.” “Well, what’s done is done. I’m sorry you’re too late to come with us, though. We’re leaving just this minute.” Emma climbed into the front seat. “It’s Brad,” she whispered to Jen. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I emailed you the information, and the ticket number. Didn’t you get it?” “I didn’t open your emails,” Brad mumbled. “We’re going to Greece.”
