Seven days, it had been seven days since Marissa last saw Blake. That day he ran out in anger. She really didn't get the reason why he was so mad. She just told him the fact. She didn't have anything to offer, so she gladly accepted the offer he gave him. Was that something to be mad about?
"Sis…" Micky called for her. "Sis." He called her once again when she continued looking blankly out of the window.
When the silence continued, Micky frowned. Marissa kept on looking outside the window like her mind was somewhere else. Holding her shoulders, he tried again, "Sis, are you okay?"
"Huh?" Marissa turned in confusion. "Are everything ready?" She turned and looked at the pack bag on the table. "Oh…" She stood up and headed to her mother. "Let's go mom."
