Dorothea’s heart squeezed tight. “What did he write?”
The guy stood up and pointed at the blue letters, looking honestly outraged. “I have to hand it to him. He’s not even young anymore, but he’s pulling this kind of move? He wrote ‘Dorothea’ right here.”
“He said the name was already there, but it had faded so much you could barely see it, so he went over it again. I honestly can’t believe it.”
Dorothea’s hands shook as she pulled out her phone. “Hey, can you check? Is this the person you’re talking about?”
He glanced at her screen. “Yeah, that’s definitely him.”
Then something clicked for him. “Wait, the name he wrote, that’s you, isn’t it?”
Dorothea didn’t answer. She just looked up at the red wall, her eyes stinging with tears.
The guy watched as tears started streaming down her face, one after another. “Hey, why are you crying? Is it really that touching?”
Dorothea wiped her cheeks, her voice barely steady. “Thank you.”
She finally realized she’d been the only one who didn’t get it.
The guy scratched his head, watching her jog away. “What is this, some kind of drama scene?”
***
Dorothea drove to the airport and bought the fastest ticket she could find headed south.
She sat in the waiting lounge, completely lost in thought.
D.L. Those were her initials.
The name on the red wall was hers too.
She’d given Latham cruise tickets, and in the end, they were the ones who went on board.
She’d given him basketball tickets, and he’d been mad for two days after.
For the first time, Dorothea wanted to see someone so badly she couldn’t think straight. She wanted to tell Latham she finally knew the answer.
She wanted to tell him that if it was him, she was willing to give love a try.
Latham wasn’t supposed to come back until tomorrow, but waiting was impossible. She wanted to see him today.
She wanted to look into his eyes and say it herself.
***
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