Three days. Three terrible days in which I have not seen Alex nor spoken to him. Every minute seemed to be a lifetime, my thoughts swimming between the need to give him that freedom he so needed and the desire to reconnect with him. As hurtful as it was, I knew I had to let him process the shock of such revelations by himself.

Standing in front of the mirror attached to the suite, arranging my shirt, and trying to make my skirt less wrinkled, I realized what awaited me. My days off were done, reality calls and I had to answer regardless of how messed up I was.

"Will...