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           IhadnowayofknowingifJasperwaslookingformeyet.

           Iwouldhaveonlysecondsifhewasfollowingmyscent.Ijumpedouttheautomaticdoors,nearlysmackingintotheglasswhentheyopenedtooslowly.

           Alongthecrowdedcurbtherewasn’tacabinsight.

           Ihadnotime.AliceandJasperwereeitherabouttorealizeIwasgone,ortheyalreadyhad.Theywouldfindmeinaheartbeat.

           AshuttletotheHyattwasjustclosingitsdoorsafewfeetbehindme.

           "Wait!"Icalled,running,wavingatthedriver.

           "ThisistheshuttletotheHyatt,"thedriversaidinconfusionasheopenedthedoors.

           "Yes,"Ihuffed,"that’swhereI’mgoing."Ihurriedupthesteps.

           Helookedaskanceatmyluggage-lessstate,butthenshrugged,notcaringenoughtoask.

           Mostoftheseatswereempty.Isatasfarfromtheothertravelersaspossible,andwatchedoutthewindowasfirstthesidewalk,andthentheairport,driftedaway.Icouldn’thelpimaginingEdward,wherehewouldstandattheedgeoftheroadwhenhefoundtheendofmytrail.Icouldn’tcryyet,Itoldmyself.Istillhadalongwaytogo.

           Myluckheld.InfrontoftheHyatt,atired-lookingcouplewasgettingtheirlastsuitcaseoutofthetrunkofacab.Ijumpedoutoftheshuttleandrantothecab,slidingintotheseatbehindthedriver.Thetiredcoupleandtheshuttledriverstaredatme.

           Itoldthesurprisedcabbiemymother’saddress."Ineedtogetthereassoonaspossible."

           "That’sinScottsdale,"hecomplained.

           Ithrewfourtwentiesovertheseat.

           "Willthatbeenough?"

           "Sure,kid,noproblem."