June

It’s been a week since I left that hospital or let's say got chased away.

I should be used to his disappearances by now, right?

I tell myself that, but thinking back to the way he sent me away—rudely, when he could barely stand—I can’t help but worry.

I even tried going to the hotel to check on him, but I couldn’t. Not after what happened. Not after the way the staff looked at me, like I had done something to him. Like I’d drugged him or worse.

And yes, I messaged him ...