Valerie’s POV
Ian had sent me a thousand messages, but I didn’t want to open any of them.
I lay reluctant in the hotel room, hesitant to go out. I had just finished having a little portion of the dinner I was served and yet I felt very heavy to stand up from my bed.
My phone buzzed again. I had stared at it for the last few minutes but my eyes weren’t on the screen, I didn’t even want to check the caller ID.
Finally, I sighed, picking up the phone. “Ian!” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
Without delay, I picked up the call. There should be a reason why she was calling and sending text messages at the same time. It wasn’t her kind of person to send a series of messages when it wasn’t important.
“Valerie,” she called out before I could say a word. “You have been avoidi
