After I got back to my room, I felt bad about leaving Dax. I had to act as if nothing was wrong. He couldn’t know that I was more attached to him than I should have been. But I couldn’t help having grown close to him. We had been through too much with each other.
Maybe the rest of our time together would go by slowly. I had to make sure that every second with Dax counted and not waste it.
I went back down to finish dinner with Dax after I freshened up. My makeup had been ruined by my crying. He couldn’t see me in such a disorderly state, or he’d know something was up.
When I sat back down, Dax asked, “How did your call go?”
I told him, “It was great. I do miss seeing her.”
His face softened and he asked, “Why don’t you go visit her again sometime?”
Lola was expecting me to see her again at some point, so it wouldn’t hurt. I’m sure a visit could cheer her up somewhat. I wasn’t sure what had been happening on her end. I didn't know if she was still stressed out or not.