Back in my penthouse, I start throwing clothes from my wardrobe into two suitcases. I’ve made half a mind to invite Aunt Lizzie to come along when a sound buzzes in the room. For a moment, I’m confused, wondering which appliance it came from and why it’s loud, until I remember it’s from my phone which is stuffed inside my handbag. A notification sound.
There’s only one person I can think of — Meera — but when the screen lights up it’s Ric’s name that flashes on it. My heart picks up pace as I slump to the edge of my bed, tuck my hair behind my ear and open up the text.
Ric: I should’ve stayed.
I stare down at Ric’s message, unsure how to respond. "I should’ve stayed." It’s short, straight to the point, but it leaves me with this weird ache I can’t shake. I don’t even know if I really w
