Chapter Thirty-three

I drink fizzy lemonade the entire way to the island.

I do add a little vodka, but it still counts as mostly lemonade.

Dad drove me to the airport just before lunch. I didn't tell him about Christopher. I just told him that I'd gotten this amazing job opportunity and that I was taking it. I think he was actually glad I was leaving the Lewis boys behind. He promised to come visit me soon.

He gave me a hug and told me he was proud of me. I cried. He cried. And I got on the plane and drank lemonade and vodka.

The island comes into view as we circle around and prepare to land. I look out the window and will my heart to mend. The blue waters, white sand beaches, and warm sun will do wonders for my mental health. I keep telling myself that once I'm back on an island and working, I'll forget all about Christopher.

It didn't work that way for Jonathan, but I keep telling myself that it might work for Christopher anyway.

“More lemonade?” the stewardess asks, coming over with a full glass.