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Ian 18
CHLOE POV
I grunt as the wheels on my suitcase hit another crack in the sidewalk. Stress and irritation have my temper flaring. Every second of this trip has been terrible. From the airport to the classes, everything has been mediocre and disorganized.
The only happy thought I keep focusing on is seeing Ian. I have missed him so much. Before being with him, I was used to my solitude. I was used to my quiet life filled with workouts and rehabilitation sessions. I didn't need many friends. My Bible study group and Susan were the only people I conversed with, but not now. I am so used to turning to him to share my thoughts that I spoke out loud to the air several times.
My phone rings just as I get to my car, and I grin when I read the caller ID.
"Hey, Dad," I answer while placing my phone on my shoulder.
I unlock my trunk and get my suitcase in quickly.
"Hello, Sweetie. How was your trip," Dad asks, and I laugh?&n
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