“He will come, Soph,” he whispered. “I know he will.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I whispered back to him. “I know this is the right choice.”
He sighed. “If you told me we’d be here the first night we met you, and you’d basically be in love with him right now, I’d have laughed.”
“So would I.” I let out a small laugh, but it was accompanied by a thick sob that sounded like my heart breaking.
I was pretty much in love with Hugo.
How? I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment I’d really crossed into these intense feelings for him, but they were here.
They existed.
And right now, they were very, very real.
And they were breaking me.
I shrugged Henry off and got into my car. If I didn’t, I was just going to stand there in his arms and burst into tears and never leave.
I knew in the rational part of my mind that I could do as he’d suggested and wait for an hour—maybe then it would be enough, and Hugo would show, and we could talk, but that wasn’t the part of my mind that was in control right now.
That was the emotional part.
The part my heart controlled.
The part that acted irrationally and impulsively.
I pressed the button that rolled the window down. “Henry?”
“Yeah?” Hope flashed across his features, and I felt bad for saying this.
“Will you say goodbye to your grandma for me?”
He nodded his head with a tiny smile. “I will. Drive safe, Soph. Will you at least text one of us when you arrive home?”
“I will. I promise.”
Cait wrapped her hands around his arm and leaned into him, staring at me.
I turned away and started the car, and I didn’t look back as I pulled away.
And drove.
Right away from Moorhaven.
From Cavendish House.
And people I had come to love very, very dearly.
And the one person who owned more than a little bit of my heart.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE – HUGO
Truth and Good Intentions
Her car wasn’t there.
That was the first thing I noticed.