Page 100 of Peer & Coco

The intercom announced a flight. A woman shrieked in happiness, seeing a loved one. Children begged for a treat out of the gift shop. Peer stopped turning in a circle. It was too fucking late.

He walked out. A deluge of cars rolled up to pick others up.

Ignoring everyone, he walked straight out into traffic amongst horns going off and people yelling for him to get out of the way. He stuck his middle finger up in the air and walked slower. There was no rush to get home.

Coco wouldn't be there. She was up in the air, headed to his home country without him. He had no fucking clue why she'd left. They were in a good place.

They'd had a lot of changes in their life. Kelli had brought fear to both of them, thinking she was going to take Tyr away from them.

Tyr.He sighed. His son wouldn't understand why he came home alone.

Once he arrived at the house, he'd need to call his parents and have them be at the airport when Coco landed. Then, he and Tyr would exchange their tickets for the earliest flight to Norway and bring her back, or he'd stay there. It no longer mattered where he lived, as long as he had Coco in his life.

He stopped and looked back at the airport. The distance to the parking area longer than he'd thought when he arrived.

A plane flew over his head. He stared at the large white jet, wondering if Coco was on that one. His body rushed to breathe. She'd taken every piece of him with her.

Continuing to walk, he looked at the ground, reading the parking spots. He was four rows back and to the left. He gazed ahead of him.

He almost ignored the car.

He almost forgot Coco drove to the airport.

He stepped backward and put his hand on the roof of Coco's car. Through the back window, he spotted the car seat.

She'd left the vehicle behind, abandoned in a parking lot, like him. Neither one had much value without Coco.

He hit the top of the roof, leaned down, and banged his forehead against the driver's side window. Pain ricocheted in his head, matching the hurt in his heart.

Staring at his reflection in the glass, he caught movement inside the car. He blinked, adjusting his vision and saw Coco sitting behind the steering wheel.

His hand shook as he fumbled for the handle. Not believing what he was seeing.

He needed to touch her. Feel her. See her, to believe she was real. She was here. She hadn't left him.

The second he removed the barrier between them, he squatted, running his hands over her wet cheeks.

"Why were you running away from me?" he whispered.