Full Strength

Sixty Two-Lillian ❤️‍🩹

          Hugging Andy, I said, "Thank you for everything. You're seriously an amazing friend."

          She sniffled. "Just please visit me. And I'll visit you sometime, wherever you live."

          "Thank you. Love you," I said, letting go and grasping the handles of my suitcases. I only had two, since I had never really fully moved into her apartment. Andy had truly been a lifesaver, right until the end when she'd driven me to the airport.

         Logan had purchased two tickets for me.

         One left for San Francisco in three hours.

         The other left for Denver in an hour. 

         Meanwhile, the trial was in session and I had no idea what was going on.

         Andy waved and drove off, leaving me on the curb of the terminal. I slowly made my way inside, heading in the general direction of my two gates. It nearly impossible not to check my phone every minute. Part of me just wanted to hold it in front of my face like an addicted toddler. Because in the next hour, I would know the verdict.

        I should've been purely hopeful. I should've been thinking about seeing Logan tonight, or maybe about how he wasn't going to prison. But a tiny, tiny piece of me couldn't help but think that Jade might be the one to go to prison. Yes, it was petty and even a little selfish, but it was hard to let go of that much resentment. She'd permanently changed my life for the worse; was it so bad to want the same for her?

        My parents knew that I might be coming home. After all, the first round of playoff games was tonight. The Wave were scheduled, but the Dragons were playing tomorrow. As much as I wanted to see my mom and dad, if all went well, I wouldn't even be watching the Wave tonight.

        I checked my phone again. Still nothing.

        I wanted to be sick. If Logan had been here, it would've been slightly more calming. Except obviously he couldn't be here; that was the entire point. So instead I was forced to sit on a bench with my head between my knees, breathing deeply. 

        "Just get rid of the nausea," I whispered to myself, fanning my face and trying to balance my stomach. 

        Anxiously, I checked my phone again, although this time I also glanced at the time. Forty-five minutes until the flight to Denver was done boarding, and I still wasn't through security. To pass the time, I checked the game stats for tonight. What pained me was that I barely recognized most of the players' names. Between Logan, the trial, and moving to New York, I hadn't had a lot of time to focus on my dad's team, which made me feel like a terrible daughter.

        Trying to memorize the names and numbers, along with some of the positions, helped distract me a little bit. I was still hyperaware of the time, but at least I wasn't staring at my messages anymore.

        I dropped my phone when it rang. Scrambling to pick it up, I briefly registered that the corner of the screen looked shattered, but that didn't matter. The face on the screen wasn't Logan's, but rather my mom's.

         "Hello?" I asked, hiding my disappointment.

        "Hey, sweetie, your dad and I just want to know if you're coming to the game tonight," she said in a voice that was much too cheerful.

         "I still don't know,"  I said, closing my eyes and pulling my hair back from my face. "He hasn't said anything yet."

         "Okay, well, just let us know," my mom said brightly.