“Send it,” she mouthed.
“Send me the message.”
“I deleted it.”
you did.”
“I panicked.”
“Recover it.”
“I’m trying.”
“You have five minutes.”
“Claire—”
“Five.”
I hung up.
Vanessa looked over.
“What happened?”
I walked to their table and crouched beside Mason.
“We’re leaving the airport.”
He looked worried.
“Did something happen?”
“We’re just changing plans.”
“Are we still going home?”
“Yes.”
That was the only thing I knew for certain.
We were going home.
But not to the house Tyler and I shared.
Priya arranged for us to spend the night in a hotel registered under her assistant’s name until my sister could fly in the following morning.
Vanessa hesitated near the terminal doors.
“I should go.”
Mason looked at her.
“You’re not coming?”
She seemed surprised by the question.
“I don’t want to make anything harder for you.”
Mason considered that.
Then he held out the train book.
