Chapter 28

"You're drunk," I say, pushing him away.

"No, please." He stumbles after me and falls onto the bed. "I love you, Laura…"

I stare at him, bend down and whisper in his ear, "I'm not Laura."

It's early in the morning and I decide to go for a walk through the streets of Paris. The morning is chilly and there are almost no people out yet. They're probably asleep. I should be asleep.

I pass a breakfast place and almost enter it but then I remember I don't have any money with me so I back out of the doorway and the hostess inside looks at me like I'm a confused homeless woman.