DANA
One day is justifiable. Two is tolerable. But three is a different story.
Yes, it has been three days from the time Ivor said he'll go home to fix a family issue. Since I don't know what it was (he didn't share it to me), I don't know the intensity of it. I couldn't extend help. There's nothing else for me to do here but to wait until it was over and he'll come home. I also don't have any input from him now. Not a call, not a chat.
I was holding the phone in my hand on an early Friday morning. Tomorrow's the day I said I'll spend with Neil and I told Ivor about it. I texted him all the details, accompanied with a screenshot from the cheesy email he sent me. I am aware that I'll be going out with an ex-boyfriend and it looks bad for others, so I informed him. The text even had a "don't worryr, everything's fine" clause.
"lunch, miss?" – Zyra came in with a tray of food.
