onto my counter.
“I just need to understand.”
“Ellie. He isn’t going to give you an answer. Not a real one.”
Then she slid an envelope across the table. Inside was a cruise ticket. A solo cabin. Seven days at sea.
“I can’t just leave.”
“You can. And you will . Because if you sit in this house one more week, I’m going to lose you while you drive yourself crazy searching for answers.”
I stared at the ticket. My name was printed in tidy black letters.
The departure date was
