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Chapter Five
Wanted

    The clock on the hotel nightstand flashed 5:21.
    “Already,” I groaned. It seemed like I’d just fallen asleep. 
    I rose up slowly assessing my pains, and realized with a sigh of relief that they were almost nonexistent. It was as if yesterday hadn’t happened. I knew there’d be good days and bad. I remember as much from when my Mom was sick. She’d be miserable one day and able to walk a mile the next, at least up until she was bedridden. 
    The early sunlight of the day was shining its warm rays across the room through the crack in the curtains. With a quick shower, I’d be ready to get back to my journey. 
    I took my medicine and hopped in the shower. It needed to be quick because I didn’t want to waste one single minute of my day. 
    While the warm water beat down on my face I closed my eyes. I thought about Craig. Though yesterday was a blur, his face kept coming back to me. He was like an angel in disguise, an angel with a man bun. 
    I smirked at the thought. 
    Who’d have thought that I would make a friend on my first day of traveling? It wasn’t by choice, but I’d always remember him. I just wish I hadn’t been so sick. That way I could have thanked him better. Or at least got to talk to him more. Our meeting was brief and the whole time I was in pain. 
    I threw on a pair of loose fitting jogging pants and my favorite t-shirt that said – Training For A Marathon on Netflix. Sums up my life in six words. 
    Tossing my backpack over my shoulder, I grabbed the room key and headed for the front desk to check out. The sun was bright in my eyes and I made my way across the parking lot. A young woman was playing on her phone as I approached the desk. 
    “I need to check out,” I said, and she looked up. She mean mugged me like I was I intruding on her personal time.
    “Room number?” She asked.
    “One nineteen.”
    “Here,” she said as she snatched the key from my hand. “Someone left a note for you.”
    Craig. Who else could it have been?
    I politely thanked the witch behind the counter before walking out.
    Walking slowly back to the bus station, I unfolded the piece of paper. Scribbled on the inside was a note from Craig, just as I thought.

    Tori,

    I’m sorry I couldn’t stay with you to make sure you got better. I’ll be thinking of you, and I wish you well. My Mom used to say that strength is the one characteristic that can be seen in someone’s face. I see it in yours.

    Get Well Soon,
    Craig

    All of my doubts and wonderment about him, all of the wrongful thoughts that crossed my mind, they were all wrong. I’d been on this trip for less than forty-eight hours and already learned things about myself that I never knew. Meeting Craig was just what I needed, a stepping-stone to who I truly could be. 
    I folded the note back up and slid it into the side pocket of my backpack while making my way inside the bus station. When it was finally my turn I asked when there would be another bus going to Chapel Hill. Unfortunately for me, it would be two days. 
    “Is there any other kind of transportation I could take? Maybe a cab that will take me?” I asked the gray-haired man behind the counter.
    “I’m sorry Miss. The nearest cab company is half an hour away, and chances are they wouldn’t take you that far.”
    What was I going to do?
    I rubbed small circles over my temple contemplating my next move. I hadn’t planned for such a setback, and I didn’t have the days to waste. 
    “Miss,” the man spoke, gaining my attention. “If you can afford it, there is a limousine company that might take you. They’re only about ten miles away, and there is a business card with their telephone number on it just over there on the bulletin board. I don’t know if they’ll do it, but you can give them a call to find out.”
    Limousine? Why not?
    “Thank you so much,” I responded, pulling my backpack over my shoulder. It was worth a shot. Otherwise,