I stare at the little white card in my hand with the elaborate script and simple elegant border. Adrian’s name and phone number stare back at me as though challenging me to drop it.
I don’t need this card. Julian and I will be fine. Whatever comes, we will figure it out together. Yet, I can’t seem to throw this lifeline away as Adrian’s offer echoes in my head.
“Lily! Baby, do you want something to eat?” Julian calls into the bathroom.
At the sound of his voice, I break my stare-down with the card. “Sure.” I answer. Then take a breath and drop the card into the basket.
The next morning, I wake to the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I pick it up and see the hotel calling. I answer, bracing myself for the request to come in again.
“Lily, I really hate to do this, but we’re go
