have known. How could either of us know that he’d react how he did? He kinda lost it.”
“Kinda?” she squawks. “Are you serious? My hands are shaking just thinking about it.”
“He wants to apologize; he wants us to all go out for a meal together. He’s going to take us to The Plaza when he next flies into New York.”
“The Plaza? He’s going to take us to The Plaza? Big deal! Is that supposed to impress me or something?”
“Calm down, Mel.”
“I will not! You need to call the police for what he’s done.”
“There’s no point. I just want to forget it. He just had a freak-out, that’s all. I want to forget it and move on.”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m at the airport.”
“Why the hell are you at the airport?”
“Mel, please calm down and listen.”
She sucks in a big breath and then noisily exhales.
“Better?” I giggle.
“No, not better,” she grumps. “This night has sucked.”
“You’re telling me,” I groan. “But ask me again.”
“Why are you at the airport?”
“He’s taken his parents’ jet home, and I’ll drive back tomorrow morning.”
“So he really was serious about taking you back? Holy shit. What a nut job. How did you escape?”
“I didn’t need to escape, and he’s not a nut job. He’s just hurting, that’s all.”
“Hurting? Have you lost your mind? Are you high?”
“No, Mel. I’m not ‘high’.”
“Well, what then?”
I can’t even begin to imagine how I’m going to tell her what happened—or even if I should.
“Laura?”
“It’s too late to talk about this now. You get some sleep, and we’ll catch up tomorrow.”
“Where are you sleeping?”
“I’m booked into a hotel tonight, and I’ll drive back to your place tomorrow.”
“So you’re staying with me?”
“Yes, I’m staying for the moment.”
“Oh good,” she exhales. “I’m so pleased it’s all over.”
“Well, I don’t know if it is or not, but I’ll explain when I get back. Okay?”
“You’re not seriously thinking of getting back with him are you? Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I’ll see you when you get in from work.”
“But can’t we talk about this now? I’m really worried about you. Do you want me to drive over and meet you? I could bring pizza.”
I so love pizza. Pizza with pineapple and cheese and—hold on a second. Why am I even thinking about meeting with her? My face looks like I’ve been run over by a dump truck. She can’t see me like this. I’m afraid to see me like this. My face is so swollen and bruised I hardly recognize myself.
“Interested? I’ll order extra pineapple!” she giggles.
“Don’t be crazy, Mel. You’ve got work tomorrow morning, and I don’t want you falling asleep in the office again.”
“What can I say?” she giggles. “It’s a really boring job. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
“Yes, promise.” I yawn, pulling up outside the hotel entrance.
“Okay, then. See you tomorrow, babe. I’ll leave the key under the watering can by the side gate.”
“Okay, Mel. Love you. Sorry again for what happened.”
“You don’t have to say sorry. It’s not your fault. I never should have let him in.”
“It is my fault. If I had just gone with him, he never would have lashed out. He actually had a really romantic night planned.”
“Romantic?” she scoffs. “In what world? He was like a caffeinated monster; neither of us had a chance once he snapped.”
She’s one hundred percent right, but I can’t think about that right now. “Bye, Mel. See you tomorrow.”
“Make sure you lock the door.”
I sigh. “Yes, Mom , I’ll lock it.”
THREE
Five-star hotel or not, I had the worst sleep of my life. Every time I rolled onto my side, my face felt like it was going to split