Becca.
Two days had passed since my argument with Neal, and he had become more scarce than I would have liked. He kept himself busy in the office that he had opened in the city, and oftentimes, he would say that he was staying late. Said that he didn't want to drive back in the dark, especially with the wild animals that seemed to roam the areas, even though they technically shouldn't have been.
I hadn't seen any wild animals. It wasn't like we were in Australia; we were in New Zealand, and a very nice part of New Zealand, to be more precise.
Perhaps it was me. Perhaps the reason why he was staying away was because he didn't want to face me and have another argument. Regardless, it made me feel guilty, and even Allegra seemed a little taken aback by the fact that we weren't on the best of speaking terms.
