"Mommy?" God, no! Not more questions I couldn't answer to...
"Yes, sweety?"
"Are we going home soon?"
"Of course, sweety, but now you have to go to sleep -it's late. We'll talk about this tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok... I love you, mommy!"
"I love you too, Luck!" I gave him a kiss and he put his arms around my neck. "Go to sleep now! Mommy's gonna be in the other room if you need me." I started to leave, but he stopped me.
"Mommy, if you talk to Nick, can you tell him I love him too?" My teeth clenched, but I forced a smile.
"Sure. Now sleep!" I heard the tears in my voice and hurried out. God forbid the little guy saw me crying! I took the cell out of my bag getting ready to turn it off, when I've noticed that my voicemail was full. I had 15 voice messages from Nick, 30 from Lucas and even 5 from Molly. Oh, God! I decided to start with Molly's messages.
Mrs R. I got a weird phone call from Mr Carter's economist. Please call me when you get this!
And another one a couple of minutes later...
Mrs R., I'm sorry to disturb you again, but I also got a very strange call from his PA. She said something about a very angry Mr Carter. Please, call me!
And another one...
He came to my place, asking for your adress, Mrs R. And I mean Mr. Carter. He was rageous. He almost knocked my door down. I hope you don't mind I gave him your adress, but I didn't know what else to do, Mrs R. Oh, God! I hope I did the right thing...
Oh, no! I moved on to the next message, even though God knows all I wanted to do was skip to Nick's messages.
Mrs R, Mr Rowland called me a couple of minutes ago. He said he can't reach you and asked me if I knew where you might be. What's going on?
Oh, Nick...
I don't undersand anything anymore, Mrs R, but I know what I have to do. I'll talk to Mr Liman tomorrow and tell him you didn't feel well. I'll try to buy you some time for a few days, but please, Mrs R, call me! Honestly, I'm a little overwelmed by all this.
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A little Luck (GLs)
ΡομαντικήWhen you run, you don't look back. You don't feel sorry... Nor remorse. You stop wondering "what if?". You just run... Rarely hide as well... Kate's been running for too long and she's been hiding for longer. She's tired and consumed by guilt...