LAUREN MOSS
I got so caught up organizing my things that I barely left the bedroom, except to have lunch and dinner.
Yeah, I had dinner alone. Blake still hasn’t arrived, and it’s already midnight. Neither he nor Samuel.
I kept arranging my things the way I like inside the closet after removing all the unnecessary stuff I brought in the suitcase.
And since I brought a lot—it even looks like I’m moving in for good—I had more than enough to keep me busy. I organized my materials, my little products.
I’m just finishing a call with Miriam.
“Anyways, I think you’d better sleep. He’ll definitely show up in the morning,” she says.
“Most likely. We came here at, like, six in the morning, but I’m like this… because he came, took a shower, and disappeared,” I tell her. “He didn’t sleep or eat
