Chapter 31

Exiting the bus like a gymnast, sticking the landing with one swoop from the floor to pavement, I skipped the steps completely, not giving my injury a second or even first thought in my rush to get to Finn. As I made my way to the rear of the terminal, so far from where the bus sat outside, too far from the entrance, I walked without crutches. I ran. The place was huge. I’d never even been all the way to the back. Bench after bench, door after door, bathroom after bathroom, decoration on the walls I didn’t even look at, a lot of brown and tan went by as a blur in my haste.

“Finn.”

“Russel.” He sat up quickly. The sight of him huddled up beneath his winter jacket against the side of the long hard wooden seat with a large duffel bag as his pillow made me shiver. It was cold in the depot, but some of it was also fear.

“Are you okay?” I asked.