She realized then that sometimes she’d learn things from others before she’d hear it from him. She now understood what happens with families being separated for long periods of time and in situations where the communication can suffer. She tried to message him back, but it was undeliverable. She was going to have to accept that as well. Her mind was going wild wondering what he was dealing with. She hoped he was bored to death in a boxcar somewhere playing video games or a little soccer. Someplace safe and sane. Even though she knew it probably was not the case, she imagined him lying on a bed, sleeping, dreaming of her. “Love you, Tyler,” she whispered. If there was a way to send out a bubble of protection all over him, she would. Thirty minutes later she was sitting at a table at Sisters, waiting for Devon Dunn. Devon appeared at the doorway like an elegant queen, dressed in a navy blue business suit, her hair shoulder length, and carrying a briefcase. She scanned the room, and when their eyes met, she gave a warm smile and a slight nod.
