Without telling Jaxx of my change in plan, I took the last bus to Pagudpud Thursday evening to be in Milieu by lunch the following day. My sanity was hanging by a thread so thin it would snap if a feather landed on the stockpile of emotions it was holding up. Hence, driving, even to the bus station, was out of the question.
I redirected all my calls to Jaxx’s number, and I turned off my phone. I didn’t want to be found.
The taxi ride from the bus stop to the resort was long but comfortable. The elderly driver woke me up once we were at the lobby entrance. I paid him a little more than we agreed upon, which made him shake my hand vigorously. That put a small smile on my face. At least one of us was genuinely happy.
The past week has taken a toll on me. No, let me correct
