My frantic hands squeezed up my dress at the anxiety eating me up. Again, I stared out the window. It was oddly quiet down there, a big contrast to what I thought it would look like today, judging from Vince's cryptic words.
I couldn't sleep all night. His words had gone into a loop in my head. And when I woke up this morning, I was an anxious mess.
He didn't return to the room either. If he did, then maybe I would have gotten the chance to ask what he meant. When he said they knew he was gonna come for me. And that they knew we had a thing. How? Who could possibly tell them that? No one back home knew about it.
Should have asked him when he said it. But I was more fixed on the fact that he said he was here for me and not business. So I never got to ask, and now, the unasked questions
