Genevieve woke early the next morning and could not stay in bed. The moment her eyes opened, her mind started racing. She pushed the covers aside and stood up. The suite felt too quiet and too small. She began walking back and forth across the soft carpet, her bare feet making soft sounds with every step. Sebastian’s black business card sat on the coffee table in the middle of the room. The silver letters caught the morning light every time she passed it. It felt like the card was watching her, waiting for her to decide.
She stopped in front of the table and picked up her phone. Her thumb moved across the screen and carefully typed his number. She stared at the digits for a long time. Her heart beat faster in her chest. Then, before she could change her mind, she deleted the whole number
