Chapter 112

“Babe….” I reached across the seat and rested my hand on his thigh.

“Theo. Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull over!”

I barely got the car to the side of the road before he opened the door, leaned out, and threw up.

And that was just the first time.

We made it through Security, but we’d no sooner gotten through than Wills bolted for the men’s room. I waited outside with the carry-on and the duffel and took out my cell phone. The number wasn’t logged in my address book, but it hadn’t changed in thirteen years.

“Hello?”

“Ma? It’s Theo.”

“Teo! I love the chocolates. But you must have spent so much on it.”

“I can afford it. Look, Ma, I’m sorry, Wills isn’t feeling well, so we’re not going to be able to visit this time—”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think he’s got a touch of stomach flu. You know you can pick up anything on these flights. I’m gonna get him home. I’m really sorry…”