Sixteen
Somewhere nice, somewhere nice?
What on earth did that possibly mean? My mind was spinning over that thought for several minutes and I still had not made that decision for myself. I was currently in our bedroom.
I had left him to finish his meeting without me and was really hoping that he would really consider what I told him because I did not want him to go to that extent, to the extent of actually killing someone over something so trivial. I hoped he would see reason enough. I sat there really finding it hard to make up my mind.
Somewhere nice, so what on earth could that description possibly mean to him? By the time he actually walked into the room, I still had not figured out what I wanted.
“Have you made up your mind?” He asked me immediately and I quickly shook my head.
