That told me she had been thinking about leaving for longer than she wanted to admit.
“There’s a twenty-four-hour diner near the marina,” she said.
“Go there. Stay around people. Send me your location.”
“Ava—”
“I’m coming.”
“You don’t have to fly down here.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Don’t wake Ethan.”
I looked toward our bedroom.
“That part I’m not promising forever.”
“Just until you get here.”
I sighed.
“Fine.”
By 5:40 a.m., I was at the airport.
I left Ethan a note on the kitchen counter.
Your mom is safe. She asked me to come. I’ll explain when I understand what happened. Please don’t panic.
That last sentence was ridiculous.
Of course he panicked.
By the time I landed, I had seventeen missed calls.
I finally texted:
I’m with her. She is physically safe. Give me a little time.
Diane was sitting in the back corner of a diner with two suitcases beside her.
