Chapter 13

Danielle's POV

"...and he kept on asking of you but I didn't spare him a word. Isabelle wasn't in school obviously, I have no idea why he would be asking about you like I care. What do you think D?" Clara runted. "D?"

"Oh! Yeah? Do you mean Davis? That's his luck. I left him already, I wonder how he would feel when he learns that I am out of the country, an ungrateful bastard." I wasn't interested in the story she was telling me about Davis asking about me, I suddenly didn't give a damn about him anymore. Or perhaps it was because of the place I was heading to.

"Well, I would keep feeding him the stories. He would regret ever leaving you."

Clara's voice was trembling, evidence that she was trying hard not to cry or wail and she was probably using the story to calm herself down. In less than an hour, I'll be on a plane, for the first time in my life.

Clara held my hand. "Tomorrow is your birthday D. Don't forget."

Right, I never remembered any of my birthdays, I had no one to celebrate