Chapter 87

• I finally cried myself out. Simon let me go and drew me down to sit next to him on the couch. The news station would occasionally repeat the story of the plane crash, but in between we all spoke about our memories of Sam. I leaned into Simon’s side and hugged his arm around me. It made me feel less alone.
• I pieced together what had happened while listening to them all talk. Sam’s parents had shown up Saturday afternoon. Apparently, the photographer had tried to sell the pictures of us kissing and her father caught wind of it before they made it to the tabloids. He flew in for damage control and to pick up Sam.
• Sam had been hysterical when her father took her phone away. His staff packed up her room while her mother tried to calm her down. She got away for a bit to talk to Simon and he relayed her message to me.