Chapter Twelve
Weston
I walk through the park, desperately searching for Viola.
Two days have passed since she confronted me in the hotel room and I let her walk out after she shut down any explanation I wanted to give her.
Uncertain of where to look for her, my search has come up short, as Viola isn’t in her usual locations.
I’m at a complete loss. Shayne warned me, but I didn’t listen, lying to her when I should’ve been upfront with her from the beginning.
And now, she’s gone, with no way for me to contact her other than hoping I’m able to track her down in person.
Tack that onto how neglectful of my duties toward the shelter due to my spending the days and most of my evenings searching for her. Not to mention the plane headed to California this afternoon, the one I’m supposed to
