Chapter 117

Tessa hoped her house was still standing when she got there, but she was too tired to care about it—or him—right now.

Finally, she wedged herself and all her crap toward the plane’s narrow exit, pausing to pick up the stroller from the attendant so she could set Hallie down and stash her gear.

As she crossed the mostly empty terminal, it felt like a ghost town. She’d never seen the wide-open space with virtually no one filling it. All the restaurants were closed, the shops shuttered. Then again, it was after ten p.m. Hers was the last arriving flight today, thanks to her connection from Dallas being delayed. Night had fallen long ago. Darkness pressed in through the windows, making everything in her world seem bleak.

Hallie fussed, wanting to get out of the stroller and move around. The baby was also tired and hungry, and Tessa didn’t blame her. She simply didn’t have a way to deal with her daughter’s unhappiness until they got home.

Finally, she made her way