Contents (126)
- The Meeting Point
- Olivia Lara
- Contents
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- A YEAR LATER
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- June 2
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- June 3
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- June 4
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Help Wanted: Seasonal employment, June–August
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- June 5
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- June 6
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- June 7
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- June 8
- Forty
- Forty-One
- June 9
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- June After Midnight: By Ethan Delphy
- Chapter 15
- Fifty-Two
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 20
- Fifty-Three
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 21
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 22
- Fifty-Four
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28
- Fifty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 29
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 30
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- June 11
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- June 12
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- June 13
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- June 14
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- June 15
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- June 16
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- Eighty-Four
- Eighty-Five
- June After Midnight
- Chapter 28 (Draft 1 Version)
- Eighty-Six
- Eighty-Seven
- Eighty-Eight
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Olivia Lara
I don’t know what to write back. I’d like to answer ‘ditto’ but he never asks, so I don’t. Instead, I give him a new number: 31.
What’s your biggest fear? he asks.
How much time do you have? I answer almost instantly.
As much as you do, he replies.
Not achieving my dreams, being forgotten, not being a good person, making mistakes, not being good enough, not being enough, ending up alone. The unknown, I text.
We’re fear-twins, which is funny. I seriously doubt you’ll end up alone and no one can measure your worth but yourself. Don’t compare to others. As for the unknown, nothing worth achieving has been achieved by staying in your comfort zone. You’re taking a step now. Heading into the unknown. Alone, he texts.
Not really alone. Did I thank you yet? I wouldn’t have left the airport if it wasn’t for you.
No need to thank me. I’m sure you would’ve done the same. Number 32.
Would I? The second time I’m asking myself this question in a few short hours, and it’s something that hasn’t crossed my mind before today. Maybe because I knew I wouldn’t like the answer: I wouldn’t have done the same. But I’d like to think that will change.
How would you describe yourself in 3 words, all starting with the same letter?
Moody. Mindful. Maximus.
Good ones. Like Maximus from The Gladiator?
He sends a grinning emoji. Sorry, I meant Maximum. I hate autocorrect.
Actually, I like that. Maximus. It suits you. I pride myself on being good at coming up with names for people. So, since I don’t know your real name, can I call you Max?
Do you want to know my name? he texts, and I swallow nervously.
Do I? I do… Why not? What’s the harm in that? I can’t call him ‘Mr. Driver’. And putting a name to what I already know about him will help me create a better picture of him.
You know what? Max it is. We said no personal stuff, so I want to stay true to our rules. Wouldn’t want to ruin our game, he texts before I get the chance to reply.
Too bad. I really wanted to know. But I guess Max will do. For now.
Next stop is Carmel, I text.
Maybe we’ll continue this later then. If you want to.
I smile from ear to ear. I hoped he’d say that. Where did the last two hours even go?
Seven
The moment I get off the bus, I know this place is unlike any other I’ve ever been to.
It reminds me of those made-up towns in movies that are fully constructed in a studio. The houses look like they’ve been drawn by an artist with too much imagination and a weakness for fairy tales. They’re tiny and quirky and each of them has a plaque on the front with a name: The Sailboat, Souvenirs, Seventh Heaven, Sans Souci, Casablanca, Sea Horse. This is amazing.