It’s been three months since I had last seen Andrea. I miss her tremendously. Her smile, her smell, her laughter and most of all her presence was always so infectious. Nothing has been the same since she left my apartment on my birthday.
I couldn’t stomach the thought of Michelle ever since that day, I wasn’t able to look at her so I offered her a better paying job in one of my other offices out of town which she had more than happily taken. For Michelle it was all about her financial needs. Andrea has refused to take my calls. Her number is constantly switched off, so she has most likely changed her number. Her office always has some excuse whenever I try to speak to her.
I met her father at a conference last week. He refused to look at me or acknowledge my presence. I don’t blame hi
