Up In The Air: In Flight Part 32

He clutched my hand. "It feels like you've already written me off. I wish I knew the words to say to help you understand how serious I am about you."

There were tears in his voice, and it broke my heart. But he didn't really try to find any of the words. He never spoke of love, or even how much he cared. It made it easier for me to do what needed to be done. It helped me to tell myself, We barely know each other. This could all mean nothing to him in a month. If he had said he loved me, I might not have been able to manage it.

"I haven't written you off. I just need time, and s.p.a.ce. As you've seen and heard, I'm going to be fine. I'll be released from the hospital anytime now. Today, probably. Stephan will take care of me after that."

I kept my eyes closed. It was so much easier to say the words when I wasn't looking at him.

"Goodbye, James," I told him, my voice oddly thick. It was a dismissal.

He kissed my forehead. I felt him watching me for long minutes. Finally, after a suspenseful wait, he departed.

I felt tears slip down my cheeks, but only after he'd gone.

Stephan re-entered some time later. I suspected he had walked James out. He came right to my side, seeming to know, without a word from me, what had transpired. "Are you okay, Bee?"

I nodded. "I want to get out of here. And I'm ready to talk to the police, Stephan. I'm going to tell them everything."

JAMES AND BIANCA'S STORY CONTINUES IN.

MILE HIGH.

BY R.K. LILLEY.

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