Return To The Scene Of Your Heartache

Day 169 of The Andie Chronicles

The only flight back to Melbourne with available seats was at nine in the morning. It was a cruel twist of fate but one I had to endure. 

I ran away from them; I shouldn't have the luxury of perfect timing on the way home. 

Cooper drove me to the airport; he had already been to the gym before I had my morning coffee. 

I should have gone with him; I should …