• • Emile Kiddie’s POV •••

Dickinson hits his phone in bed after trying my number in vain “Why the hell isn't she picking up her phone when she knows well that we’re travelling tomorrow morning!” he gets up from the bed and undresses.

He takes a quick shower with all his morning, routines and he runs to his office. He usually doesn't work n Sunday but “this Sunday is a special one.” He told himself happily and impatiently waiting for tomorrow to finally leave this damn country with his baby mama.

He also hopes to find me in the office parking a few stuff. That might help me.

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