~Joan~
We arrived in Paris seven hours later. Aaron and I spent most of the time in silence, likely mulling over what I’d said back at my apartment.
Rhoda called me the moment my feet touched the ground. I glanced at Aaron, who was making his way to a black SUV. I trailed behind him at a slow pace, answering the call.
“Hi,” I muttered, hearing her annoyed huff in response.
“Seriously, where have you been? Your line’s been unreachable all day,” she snapped, and I raised an eyebrow. This was exactly why I’d been reluctant to come here in the first place. I was already keeping too many things from Rhoda, and now I’d have to add this to the list. But there was no going back now.
“Oh, I visited New Orleans. The reception here is pretty bad,” I lied effortlessly. Aaron glanced back at me, l
