Hate me

It’s the only thing in my possession that I actually value. 

I can tell he wants to protest as I place them in his hand, but I shake my head. “You can give them back to me when we meet up in Canada, okay?” 

Because we have to find each other again.

I don’t know what to make of the dubious look he gives me. “Okay.” 

After giving me one last kiss, he pulls me out of the jeep and shoves the duffle bag into my hands. 

“Make sure you throw your phone in the trash before you get on.” He jerks his chin at the bus that’s loading with people. “Now, go.”