Cruz’s POV

I stare at the open trunk on my bed. I don’t remember how long I have been staring at it. It has probably been a few hours this time. It is completely empty as is the business backpack I have on my desk.

Everything in my body is physically resisting packing up my belongings. Sure, I could call my driver or someone to come and do it for me, but procrastinating in doing it myself makes it feel like I have some kind of control over returning to Spain. ...