Chapter Twenty Three
John lay in our bed in the dark, on his back with his eyes closed, under a white Egyptian cotton sheet. I climbed into the other side echoing his pose. Something intense had happened between us and I simply couldn’t read him. Was he ashamed of all that he’d done to me? Was he reflecting on our astral journey? Was he sleeping? I didn’t want to break the silence.
I moved my head on my pillow, slightly closer to him and heard a crinkle in my ear. My hand brushed at the cloth to find paper across it. I sat up to see shreds of paper strewn across my pillow. I took one little piece and held it to the red glow of my clock to read, ‘I Ramona’.
It was my contract, torn to shreds.
“I’ll take you to the airport in the morning, I’m sure you should be able to get your job back
