Monday, at work gave me enough distraction to get my mind off the sadness that was crawling in. The grief stage of my break-up with Denrique was manifesting as a dispiriting melancholy. At home Jayden would be saying things but he seemed a million miles away.
Nothing like the scary voice of Johannes to bring me into the present. He had me on the phone for one of our now regular private phone call meetings.
“So Lina, my exact date is almost final. You should prepare. Find a limousine company, something high end, and leather interior. I want you to plan to pick me up in the airport.”
“Me? Or the limousine?”
“Both. You must be in the limousine. We need to go over things as soon as I arrive.”
“Uhm, alright, I get you, okay. Sure, I’ll contact a company and have them vetted.”
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The immin
