50

Elaine

I blew out a breath as I glanced out the window, and down the road, anxious. We just finished having dinner, and Cora was helping Finn with his homework. It was a little past eight, but I was still holding out hope that Max would show up. I'd sent him two texts already, asking if he could still make it, and although he didn't reply to them, the two arrows signified that he'd seen it.

I'd have preferred it if he'd just called and we discuss things on phone. But this situation required a physical meeting. At least, I thought it did.

I was almost half-dozing when I heard the sound of a car pulling up just outside the fence, close to the gate. I peered out the window, relieved to see the familiar Aston Martini.

He made it!

I couldn't even find the right words to express my relief. As well as the sudden spike in adrenaline. Fuck.

I quickly ran into the kitchen and tapped Cora's shoulder hastily. She whipped her head from Finn's book to me and I leaned down to whisper in her ear