Don't want to go
Before I take a shower I decide to waste sometime in my bedroom balcony, doing nothing but meditating the fresh air and smooth sunlight oozing through the calm turquoise sky with cotton-like clouds that steals my breath away. I fail to stop thinking of my life from this point onward. How am I going to coexist with Patrick when I go back home? My mind gets occupied with thoughts and the idea of preparing for divorce stands strong in my head. But will he let me go easily? I can't imagine opening a lawsuit against him just to reclaim my freedom. "We'll see, Mia. We'll see." I sigh heavily and release the handrails that I’ve been leaned onto. I'm thirsty so I head straight downstairs where I find Red in the kitchen, to my utter surprise. I swallow tightly as he regards me with a
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