Abby
Karl hangs up with one final request.
“Be ready in a few hours.”
I can’t help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of getting out of here, and at the same time, I can’t deny that I’m excited to see him.
My heart races as I pack a small bag with enough clothes and essentials for a few days. The events of last night still weigh heavily on my mind, but knowing that Marcus is on his way to pick me up provides a glimmer of relief.
But as I zip up my bag, a strange feeling washes over me. It feels as if I’m preparing for a secret rendezvous, like some kind of celebrity on the run from the paparazzi. The thought makes me chuckle nervously, and I take a deep breath to calm my racing thoughts.
Before I know it, it’s almost time. I’m all packed, dressed in a low-key outfit, and I’ve
