SAFFRON'S P.O.V
I sat staring blankly at my phone. He wanted us to have a private dinner? Just the two of us? I glanced down at Oceania and took a deep breath in.
"What if he hurts me too?" I asked myself. "But surely he isn't interested in us. Just look at me, I'm- Damaged. I'm damaged and have a child," I said, looking at a few scars that never healed while in my weakened state. "Maybe he just didn't want to discuss this matter in a public setting and was too busy before dinnertime to arrange a sit-down face-to-face meeting," I breathed out. "Yeah, that's it. Don't overthink things, he doesn't want you." I said, talking to myself some more.
I looked up at the mirror across the room. My skin was pale for being hispanic. But I hadn't had the chance to soak up some vitamin D.
