Chapter 58

MARK

Cried in the car to the airport, cried on my flight, and cried in the airport's washroom in Seattle when my flight landed.

Keeping things bottled up for so long took a huge toll on my emotions. Who would have thought that I was only adding hot soup into a pot, slowly pushing towards an overflow? But, finally, I was going to see Giulia.

I'd swore June to secrecy that she wouldn't tell Giulia that I was on my way. And, to my great relief, she agreed.

"Thank you," I said to the attendant who helped me stay with my bags while I ran into the restroom to bawl. I passed him a tip and grabbed my bags, but he offered to help me to a taxi.

I didn't bother trying to pretend I didn't need the help. If he was strong enough, I wouldn't mind sitting on his shoulders as he helped me into the backseat of a taxi, pulling alongside my bags. My knees were weak.

I had not been this weak in a long time. I was scared, anxious, fatigued and hungry. At the same time. I should have grabbed something to ea