Page 102 of Vow

Siena answered for her.

“Twelve-twenty.”

“Ten minutes, then,” Andino said. “You better hurry up, and make a choice.”

“That’s not enough time,” Ginevra whispered. “Kev and Darren are—”

“Busy, at the moment. And I can keep them busy for a while longer.”

“I’ll help,” Siena added. “I will, Ginny.”

Ginevra was still staring at Andino, and the tears had started falling again. “Is he nice?”

Andino laughed. “Corrado?”

“Yeah.”

“What does that matter? He’s just going to help for a while.”

“I just … I don’t know.”

“Corrado is … Corrado,” Andino settled on saying. “And he’s a hell of a lot better than what you’re facing if you stay.”

Ginevra nodded. “Okay.”

“Good. Hurry up—time is running out.”

Literally.

SIXTEEN

“What time does your flight leave?” her mother asked.

Haven slapped the ticket she’d printed off against her palm, and smiled even though her mother couldn’t see it. “Supposed to be five, but you know how it goes …”

“Probably three delays, and before you know it, you’ll be on the damn red-eye.”

She laughed. “Yeah, exactly that.”

Silence covered the phone for a moment. She knew that was just her mother overthinking again. She called them every single day. It didn’t matter that she knew they were fine, she still had to call. Their conversations had been like this ever since Haven called to let them know the house had finally sold.

Then, this became real. This whole Haven moving to Florida thing. For a while, her parents believed she wouldn’t. That she would do exactly what they wanted for her, and keep living her life because that’s what they felt she deserved.

Well, it was happening.

Today was her last day in the house. Everything was gone now except her laptop, and a printer she was ditching as soon as she left. Her luggage was already outside in the trunk of the car. A car that would stay in the parking garage of the airport until a friend could drive it down to Florida next month.

It was all done.

Today was the day.

“How’s Dad doing?” Haven asked.

“Outside mowing the grass.”

“Bet his allergies are loving that.”

Her mom made a quiet noise. “It’s not so bad, actually. Allergy pills do wonders for him, I guess.”