Petra
Looking at the basket of things Owen sent me, I want to tell him thank you, and that, of course, I accept his apology. The necklace is stunning. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The perfume smells great and the food and wine look delicious. And as good as all this is, all I can think about is how much I want him here with me.
I call him to say thanks, but he’s not answering his cell. I was pretty sure he would, since the note said he was sorry, and it has me worried about him and where he is. I want to know if he’s okay, and send him a text letting him know to just text back, so I know nothing has happened to him. But I’ve gotten nothing back from him.
It’s making me nuts!
Getting up off the sofa, I head to bed. I probably won’t fall asleep, but at least I’ll be laying down
