“Do you have to go?” She says. My own heart breaks.“You’re going to have so much fun with Jasper, I’ll be back before you know it,” I tell her and wrap my arms around her.Jasper crouches down and rustles her hair. “I was thinking we could go to the water park,”Debbie burrows her face in my leg, “
Renee’s POV“This is ridiculous,” Eric mutters to himself.“Can’t you just command the plane to be here quicker?” I ask sarcastically and Eric shoots me a glare.“If you want to go wait in that long line and get probed and treated like a criminal by all means be my guest,” Eric says snapping his pho
Before I know it, we’re walking onto the plane and for some reason, I can’t stop laughing. Eric is doing a much better job at keeping himself together, though I see a smile cracking beneath is stoic demeanor. I think refraining from laughing is what’s making me laugh even harder.I have to remind my
Renee’s POVThe massage melts away the throbbing in my head, and whatever lingering effects of the alcohol. Eric hands the masseuse a wad of cash for a tip, I don’t see how much but by the way his eyes bulge I’d assume a lot.We recline in our plush seats and I sink back, almost ready to fall asleep
“If this man doesn’t calm down,” Eric starts to say squeezing the bridge of his nose, but doesn’t finish and I’m not sure I want him to.After a couple of minutes passed and people began to shake off the feeling of survival, their hushed whispers of concern turned into outspoken curiosity.“When is
Renee’s POVIt's early Sunday morning by the time we finally arrive at the hotel. The sun peeks through tall glass buildings reminding us we are officially a day behind on our work trip.Between the delays, the alcohol, the storm and emergency landing, and the fight that broke out on the plane I hav
“Right, of course.”Eric finishes checking us in. When Kate gives us the keys, Eric and I step aside so she can help the person behind us. A bellhop is hailing our bags on a cart and says he will meet us outside our room. We thank him and once he wheels away our bags, I spin on my heels and face Eri
Renee’s POV I pull the plug to the tub, and watch the water swirl my grime and dirt down the drain along with my thoughts.I feel cleaner, but not less confused. I slip into a white silk robe that is hanging on a hook and toss my hair into a towel. I wipe some fog off the mirror and inspect my refl
that I’m about to learn it’s not. I toss my phone aside and go for my laptop tucked inside my work bag. “You’re working?” Emily asks. I don’t answer her, I can’t. I’m too focused. I sign into my works database and pull up our network that tracks our global ratings. “No,” I gasp. “Well, if
It’s late. I’m tired. Yet the crowd outside Emily’s house continues to buzz with energy. The closer I get to the window, the more I can pick up on the undercurrent of anticipation, so I stay far away from the window. The crowd rotates through a series of chants. Each other be more annoying tha
The man approaches Eric, who remains in his seat, clearly not seeing the man as a threat. Though I can’t hear what they’re saying, I can gather the conversation well enough based off their loose hand gestures towards the house. Just then the stranger looks up and smiles knowingly at Emily and
This is not like Eric. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t the tiniest bit impressed, still it’s not fair of him to do this. I haven’t moved from the couch, despite Emily’s efforts. “Just hear him out,” she says stifling a yawn. By now we could have watch both of the movies we wanted to. I sha
this out for him so he can hear how crazy it all sounds. Eric nods. “Like I said, I’ve realized my mistake and besides I thought she was dead before. That doesn’t mean a day didn’t go by where I didn’t think about her, where I had to shove the ache in my heart way down,” he locks his eye son t
Emily’s POV Why do they make you pick between sharp or easy to use when buying a razor? Why not both? I throw both in my basket, unable to make a decision. Whatever one I don’t like Renee can have the other. Who knows how long she’ll stay. The market is busy for a Friday afternoon, but I g
“Of course your donation is what got me here in the first place,” I say trying to save face. “Thanks,” Jasper says letting me know he knows what I’m doing. “I’m happy for you, regardless how you got here, it wasn’t because of me or Eric- it was all you,” he says and pride swells up inside me. Ja
Renee’s POV A week passes and Emily and I fall into a rhythm with one another’s schedule. It helps that Emily’s guestroom comes with a guest bathroom. Every morning we both wake up at seven, get ready for the day and meet in the kitchen. Whoever is there first starts making breakfast for the bo
Emily is waiting for me on the driveway of her cottage-like home. She lives in a very rural area, far away from the city. Her quaint and simple living is almost an ironic stark contrast to her bold and loud personality. She wraps me into a hug and it’s only then do I realize that I’ve been crying.