“I know and I’ll see what I can do. But I can’t do anything until Monday.”

“It can’t wait that long T, we leave Monday morning. I have to know she’s going to be alright.”

“Ok, let me see what I can do. I can’t promise you anything Shane.” Tina warns.

“Promise you’ll try your best.”

“You know I will.” Tina says ending the call.

Shane hangs up and grabs her smokes to join her girlfriend in the back yard.

“Hey.” Harper says as Shane plops down into the lounge chair.

“Hey.” Shane says half heartedly lighting her cigarette.

Harper reaches over taking one from the pack. “Got a light?”

Shane hands her the lighter.

“I think we should go to The Planet. Might do us good to get out of here for a bit.” Harper suggests.

“I’m not really hungry.” Shane says dragging deeply on her cigarette.

“Either am I. But I was thinking we could swing by Bette and Tina’s on the way to your place. We still need to go there so you can pack. That is if you are still going.”

Shane takes a moment as all the thoughts in her head overwhelm her. She rubs her hand over the back of her head, which is how you always know when Shane is troubled by her thoughts. “I need to make sure she’s ok.”

“I know… Shane it’s ok if you want to stay here for Bianca. I’ll understand, I know how important it is for you.”

Shane looks over at Harper, surprised, but not by what she said. “I want her to know she’s not alone.”

“I know.” Harper smiles gently as her love for the woman before her grows deeper. The concern she has for Bianca warms her heart.

“Tina might not know any more until Monday. She says this place is good, but I still have to see it.” Shane says sounding fatigued.

“Well, let’s see what happens today. We can play it by ear. I’ll see about changing our flight to Tuesday or something.”

“Yeah?”

“That way maybe we both can see her Monday. I’d like to check on her too.” Harper’s been trying her best not to show her own panic about the situation. “If you want to stay after that it’s cool.”

Shane stubs out her cigarette and sits at the edge of the lounge chair. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” Harper says.

Shane leans over, resting her elbows on her knees. She squeezes her eyes shit as tightly as possible trying to hold off the rush of memories that want to be uncovered and released from deep inside. They want to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of a past she’s been refusing to remember.