MARK
There was a ray of hope, at least.
James promised to get right to work and get back to me later that morning. I wish he didn't say that because I became too anxious to sleep. Every second of distress pushed my sight to the silver clock just beside the door, a continuously painful reminder that I still had six solid hours before the sun rose.
Was this the universe's way of punishing me? Maybe if I hadn't hospitalised Kenzo, he might have given me a reasonable amount of solace. At least, I wouldn't be so lost in the eerie claws of anxiety.
I stopped by the balcony's double-glass doors and peered outside. A deep breath followed my eyes involuntarily closing. The wind hit my shut eyelids, temporarily soothing my troubled soul. I needed a vacation. A long one. Somewhere far away. Som
