She was checking the motels on a nearby directory book. Zella handled the luggage. She's barely holding on to how heavy it was after an hour of walking astray as possible. Zella searched for the entire curb upon the lowest amount of room they can offer. If she had to find just at least one bedspace, Zella is already fine.
When she turned to the guard—who is watching her for the entire hour—Zella grabbed the opportunity to ask about the time. She pointed at her wrist, and the guard immediately understood her sign. Zella waited for him to hold up a few fingers, and he instantly showed 10 of them.
Zella turned to the nearest address she found, and bowed down her head. She went away, accompanied by that luggage that's hard to hide, walking away with a heavy heart that there's no turning back. Such a numb state to deal with, but Zella doesn't have a choice but to push through.
If Leo can explain his affair, Zella would forgive, but she'd never forget.
