me.
“You’re sure you want to go this route?” she asked.
“They already chose the route,” I said.
She nodded.
“Fair enough.”
Two days later, the first crack appeared.
My hotel phone received repeated calls from an unknown number.
I ignored them.
Eventually I listened to the voicemail.
Chloe.
Crying for real now.
“Harper, you need to call me,” she said. “Something’s wrong with the cards. They’re all getting declined. I don’t know what you did, but this isn’t funny.”
Delete.
This wasn’t a negotiation.
Day three, Richard left another
