“How’s your day been?” Ian asks me.
“Great,” I say. “Yours?”
“Awesome. We went to the Blue Grotto,” Ian says.
“And did you enjoy the sunset?” I ask, looking at Archie.
“Ack. We missed it,” he says, shaking his head.
“What do you mean you missed it?” I ask, confused. “Weren’t you with Hannah?”
“Nope. She blew me off,” he says with an affable shrug.
“So…wait…when did you leave her?” I ask, more confused by the second.
“Last night,” he says. “When I walked her back to the hotel. Why?”
“Oh, it’s not important,” I say. “Look, I gotta go right now, but maybe we’ll see you guys later.”
“Hope so,” Ian says, raising his eyebrows.
I nod, smile, then rush back over to our table.
When I get there, Tyson is staring down at his phone.
“Hannah’s not with them,” I say, sitting back down. “She hasn’t been with them all day.”
Tyson looks up at me and frowns. “Yeah. I just pulled up her Life360.”
“And? Where is she?”
“It looks like she’s at a hotel…. It’s close…. Only about a hundred and fifty meters from here—” He looks up at me, an uneasy expression crossing his face.
“Tyson?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you know something you’re not telling me?”
He sighs, chews his lower lip, then slowly nods.
“Well? What is it?”
He takes a deep breath, then says, “Olivia’s in Italy.”
I stare at him, floored. “You’re kidding me, right?”
He winces. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner—”
“Whatever, Tyson.” I get to my feet so abruptly that I knock over my chair. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” he asks.
“To wherever Hannah is,” I say, crossing my arms, waiting for him to stand.
“Maybe we should just call her first,” he says, glancing back down at his screen, clearly stalling.
“No. Don’t call her. Just take me to her now,” I say, fuming. “Right fucking now.”
Chapter 28
Tyson
I don’t know for sure that Hannah is with Olivia, but that’s my best guess, and if I’m right, it’s not gonna be pretty. Lainey is now three drinks in—which isn’t helping matters. She’s not a belligerent drinker, but she’s definitely an emotional one, and as the two of us approach the entrance of a small, nondescript hotel, I can tell she’s enraged.
I reach out and catch her arm right before she walks in.
“Lainey,” I say. “You have every right to be upset. But can you please take a deep breath?”
“A deep breath? You think a deep breath is going to help right now?” she snaps back at me.
“I just want you to try to calm down a little. For your sake—”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Tyson,” she says, pointing her finger in my face.
I quickly surrender, palms up and out. “Okay. I’m sorry.”
She spins back around, storming into the hotel.
