Scarlet's Point of View:
I looked over at Max with a shallow expression. He was busy using his phone as he sat by the window on the airplane.
Drew was asleep and I was looking ahead for his message. I couldn't wait—but I was scared too. I had no idea what he had said, and I couldn't have expected anything good out of it. Maybe it was another ugly truth about someone in my life— maybe Jazelle was a serial killer or something. I don't know, I had no idea.
But I was losing hope and this was my last cue.
"Are you okay?" I heard Max and I looked at him with a smile.
"Yeah. I am just—I hope this trip goes well."
"It will," He extended his hand toward me and said. I joined my hand with him and he caressed the back of it with his thumb. "Maybe it will change things for the better."
