Three hours. But even now her mind says, "No!"
She'd love to have lunch with Gabriel. They'd never seen the sun for how many days now. Even now her heart longs for a little alone time, far away from all this toxicity. But the mere thought of dining while face-to-face with Miguel makes her stomach churn from the inside out. More and more, her disgust of him grows deeper.
She return-dials to get hold of Gabriel, but it only rings and rings on the other end. That leaves Claire in a sort of limbo: what should she do? Does she wait here until Gabriel picks her up, resigned to her fate? Has she become that sort of woman?
