C45 A little worried heart

TILDA

First thing on Tuesday morning, before 6am, Damon drove up to my house to pick me up. Lucas was already there, radiating with smiles like he always does. His sparking white teeth were “picture-perfectly” displayed between his parted lips.

The ride to the airport was going to be very long, an hour and a half at a minimum. Even longer since everyone was quiet.

Of course