Joanna started stuffing her clothes the moment she went upstairs. Considering the situation, she knew that was the moment she had – if she didn't start it promptly, she might not be able to do it at all. Thinking about alone time with David was enough excitement but at that moment, she didn't want to reflect on that. Thinking about fun time was betrayal enough; It was not up to twenty-four hours since Taylor was put to rest six feet below the ground and here she was thinking about embarking on a trip. But she cannot put that thought away since it was the purpose of the trip; to find solace and eschew worries that had built over Taylor's death. She picked up her phone and called Charlotte.
"Hey, I have been trying to reach you," Charlotte sighed from her end.
"I am sorry," Joanna apologized and tried to explain. "I switched it off during the service".
