Chapter 20
Cara
I’m charging the phone inside the small, one-room cabana when it buzzes again. Another message from Richard, gone straight to voice mail.
It's been days since I so much as looked at my phone. After I realized that Richard and my parents would not stop calling, I stopped paying attention to calls. My voicemail box is now nearly full.
That depresses me for reasons I don't fully understand. I sit on the cabana's bleached wood floor, leaning against the wall, and decide it's time to start going through my messages.
Richard has called me twenty-eight times. He has sent me three hundred texts. No emails, of course, for the same reason that I'm not worried much about his having arranged to cancel the pre-nup.
He seems pretty good at thinking ahead when it comes to playing wi
