Angela

I woke up, feeling disoriented for a moment. I’d dreamed I was back in my apartment and Ben’s arms, but no. I remembered I was in a hotel back in LA, where I lived with my ex-husband.

Slipping out of bed, I went to the shower. I’d left New York a while ago, and without letting anyone know where I was going. Ben still sent me messages, and so did Dad, but I didn’t let either of them know where I was, either. Not even Dad. I was worried he would tell his wife to be where, and she would tell Ben, so I didn’t dare.

Dad just wanted...