Maya on the phone

Molly:

Farrell and I slept together at night, but I barely touched him. I only wanted his company, and thinking of sex at this moment would be absurd, even though it would be a temporary fix for my bleeding heart.

We were woken up by the sound of his phone ringing, that was when I noticed that my phone was nowhere to be found. He groaned and then I felt him leaving the bed. I didn't want to open my eyes yet, so I saved my strength for when he would return, and I would ask for my phone.

"I'll pay anything to have the body moved to Italy. Do you want me to hire an entire plane? I will do that,"

Knowing he was talking about Kate's body made me feel better. I couldn't imagine how Maya would feel knowing Kate was dead. If she watched a little bit of the American news then she would have known, but she didn't. She barely watched television. She spent most of her days tending to plants, and doing yoga. It was a peaceful life, and a part of me would love to explore it someday.

Farrell got off