Chapter 69

• MY FIVE A.M. alarm woke me long before I was ready to get out of bed. I’d spent the rest of the night drinking with Juana, who had already moved most of her things in, while flipping through a photo album she’d dug out of the closet in my spare room. There were quite a few pictures of me and Darcy in there. I wanted to call her, but I never worked up the nerve, though. It was probably for the best. I did, however, stay up all night reminiscing about those eighteen hours we spent together, which left me groggy and grouchy for my early morning flight.
• Anxious to get to sleep as quickly as possible, I found my seat in business class and began to stow my bags.
• “Excuse me, Mr. Martinez?”