50. Lying To Self

Jerrald opened his eyes. His ears immediately heard the crashing waves.

He looked up at the ceiling of the room he was staying in.

He had been here for two weeks, on the island of the Grenadines: Petit St. Vincent in the Caribbean Sea, between Saint Lucia and Grenada.

Roland was right. The island has no internet, which makes it perfect for anyone who needs a little peace. Take him for example.

Jerrald still decided to go to the place where he and Cia were supposed to be vacationing.

Cia... damn it! Jerrald sometimes forgot that the woman's name wasn't Cia.

Jerrald changed his sleeping position to face the side, where he could directly see the beach with its crashing waves.

The resort he was staying in had a glass building that allowed people inside the resort to look directly at the beach.

He exhaled heavily. Jerrald had run away to heal the hurt caused by Feli's departure.

Two weeks ago, when he returned to the apartment after his anger had subsided, Jerrald found it empty. There was