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I rushed away, fully heartbroken, and seconds away from tears. James had always had some sort of effect on me. Something that had always made my skin crawl, but in a good way. But when he said, “Yeah,” all hope I ever had of him being mine washed away just like a shell on the beach.
We still had about ten minutes until rehearsal, so I decided to go back to my dressing room and let everything drain out of me before I had an emotional breakdown in front of the cast. Why had the odds of one in a million have to be James? Coincidences like that had never made sense to me.
After about a minute of self loathing, my phone vibrated and told me I had a new text message. Ironically, it was from my mom, who rarely texted me. She only texted me if there was an emergency, like she was running out of eggs, or if she needed a new dress because her old one was either too big or too small. But as I opened that message I gasped, because that was the most terrifying new I had ever read:
Emma, turn on the news if you can. There was a plane crash today flying from London. That was the plane your dad was on, and they’re not sure if anyone survived.