Early in the morning I packed up and booked a flight back to the US.
I can't bear just hearing news and updates from them. I wanted to see him, atleast.
"Vella, are you leaving?" Brigitte asked me. She's here in my hotel room, I don't know where she found me because as far as I remember I didn't say anything about her where I'm staying.
"I'll come back to my country."
"Country? I thought you lived here?"
I shake my head. "No. I just had a vacation with my ex-husband, he left earlier than me." I wanted to add the 'fake' in my ex-husband but she better not know because I don't want to explain further.
"Can I come?" My mouth hangs open.
I scoffed to ease the tension. It's awkward. I think she badly needed a friend that she'd end up sticking to. Like, how can she?
"Are you kidding, right? And you are supposed to be in your clinic today, why are you here?" I placed my bag on the bed. I don't have much clothes because I left some in the hotel where I used to stay with Dominic.