Lucy’s POV
I really didn’t understand what it was that Malcolm had to strip for and rush out to handle—but it didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was getting to the railway station on time. The driver helped me carry my bags and made sure I had safely boarded. After a polite goodbye, I made my way to my private sleeper cabin. I didn’t want to be disturbed, which is why I had booked a private room in the first place.
Sinking down onto the sleeper seat, I cupped my face in my hands, overwhelmed.
So this is really happening? I breathed.
To think that I had a perfect love life just a few days ago... and now, here I was—running away because of that very love.
Why was life so unpredictable? Why does love have to hurt? Shouldn’t love be perfect? I thought I had done everything right in this
