CHARLOTTE

The rest of the evening passed quickly, though it had been somewhat awkward. Despite the delicious platters prepared by the chefs, I could barely enjoy the food, as my thoughts were scattered. I had expected our conversation to bring clarity, but instead, each sentence from Thiago left me more uneasy. I longed to return to the apartment, to be alone with my thoughts.

I needed to be alone with my thoughts and at some point in the conversation, when he added that the penthouse was his way of ensuring I was comfortable throughout my stay in the city and I could stay for as long as I wanted, I...