~ Lily ~
By Saturday morning around ten o’clock I had checked my phone eleven times. Not because I was waiting for a message, I was simply just checking notifications, like a normal person. A very normal person who happened to know exactly how long it had been since Hector sent his last text.
I wasn't just waiting for his text I was also curious about why he hadn't sent anything.
At least that was the lie I told myself while sitting by the kitchen table, as I buried myself in quarterly reports that I pretended to review in front of my assistant but in reality, I was less focused on the spreadsheets and their content because I was contemplating how much of my workload I could delegate to my assistant without coming across as overly demanding.
As if to curb my boredom my phone started vi
