Anna pov
This has to be some kind of joke.
I have repeated that phrase to myself so many times since Bryant lost his memory that it is almost becoming a mantra for me at this point.
If I knew that things would have deteriorated to this point I would have never told him to marry that useless w***e.
Getting a signal from my GPS I turned around a few more times before I arrived at a respectable but secretive hotel. I glanced at my wrist watch and then I walked out of my car, opening the door and keeping my sunglasses tightly fixed to my face.
I had even brushed my hair so roughly that most of it would be covering my face like a curtain. It earned me a funny look at the receptionist's office but I couldn't care any less as I headed up to my destination on the top floor grinning from ear-t
