Journey To Healing

Linda's POV

On the next flight that was supposed to take us to Iowa, I was quiet. I was doing a lot of thinking and I think Mitch had a clue about that because he did not make me talk.

Nor did he make me feel bad for not doing so.

I did not even eat any of the food that was served on the flight, I only drank some tea.

When we arrived, Mitch and I got off the plane and we walked in a comfortable silence after a few airport procedures.

Then I broke the silence by asking, “How is Ben?”

Mitch’s eyes lit up at the sound of my brother’s name. But I could tell that he was being a bit careful about how he would respond.

“He’s fine. We got a new car and if I’m being honest, he hates that I'm here for this week,” he explained.

“He’s been going on about getting this weird feeling since I told him about coming here for the conference,” he added.

I chuckled lightly.

I knew my brother and remembered very well that when we were younger, how he would always get these feelings sometimes.

He would then tell one of us not to go out, or not to eat the food we bought. Or not to take a road when one of us was driving.

We never used to believe him at first but after the first few times of making fun of him and going against what he had asked, we literally had bad things happen to us.

One time, we even got into a car crash after not listening to Ben. So as we grew older, we all just knew to listen to him concerning matters like this, no matter what.

“Oh,” I replied. I remember that I told Mitch about Ben’s weird gift of predicting when something bad would happen but the guy played it off.

He did not believe in things like that and no matter what I did, I could not convince him otherwise.

I mean, it was not all the time that my brother used to be right about his weird feelings, but most of the time he was.

And I personally think that it was best to be on the safe side.

We were now leaving the airport. It was morning and the air was warm. I expected it to be cold or snowy because we were in December but it was not.

There was evidence that it may have snowed last night when we had not arrived yet, because we could see some scattered around, but melting though.

The sun was beaming but it was not scorching hot. It was producing the perfect amount of heat.

The air also smelled clean.

“And I know you’re going to tell me to take him seriously, that something bad could happen, but I’m okay, Linda. Everything’s going to be fine, you will see.”

“Of course.” I flashed him a small smile that was a bit forced.

Since we were going to the same hotel, instead of calling Joyce to come and get me, we took a cab.

I knew that she would be busy so it would not be okay to pull her from her job.

The ride to the hotel was not as quiet as the flight. Mitch and I got more comfortable with each other and we talked about mundane things, laughing freely with each other.

It was a bittersweet experience. And that was firstly because he was my ex, it made me imagine what if we wouldn’t have broken up and everything went so smoothly.

This caused a sour feeling to grip my heart.

I also could not shake the images of Chris with Meghan that my brain was conjuring up.

It made me sick to my stomach. It was like I was multitasking mentally, doing so much in my mind at once.

When the cab reached a stop, my eyes fell on the hotel from the window. It was so beautiful and elegant!

China has a lot of outstanding buildings, so that was why I was not too stunned.

“Thank you very much,” I extended my thanks to the driver after we paid him and stepped out.

Mitch got our luggages and soon, we were inside the hotel. When we reached the desk, we were attended by a man behind there.

He looked Indian and was very good looking.

“Good morning, how may I help you too?” He spoke so well, his voice matching his face perfectly.

He flashed us a smile as he waited for a reply.

“You already have a room, right? Or we could book one big one for the two of us,” Mitch suggested, a bit nervous as he waited for my reply.

I shook my head slowly and watched a small look of disappointment cross his face.

“Oh, that’s fine,” he brushed it off smoothly. “We could just get separate rooms.” He gave me a small smile.

“No, no, you don’t get it. I’m not here to stay in one of the rooms that are offered to guests. I’m here to work…”

“Work?”

I glanced at the guy behind the fancy standing desk and even though there was not an ounce of impatience on his face, I still did not want us to keep him waiting.

“Let’s talk about it after you book your room, okay?” I smiled at Mitch.

“Alright,” he replied. He then proceeded to talk with the Indian guy, booking a very fancy room with one king-sized bed and bathroom.

After he was done, he then asked me,” so why are you here? What kind of work are you here to do when your husband is a billionaire?”

My heart dropped at the mention of Chris, all the heavy and sour feelings rushing back into me.

Just as I was about to speak, he beat me to it, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for bringing him up. I forgot.”

“No, it’s okay.” We were now walking away, heading to the elevator. “Anyway, it might sound crazy but I want you to hear me out, please…I’m here to work as a maid.”

The elevator made a sharp sound as the automated doors opened, which was the same time that Mitch said, “The f*ck?”