“Why didn’t you say he’s here? You didn’t even tell me? Why, babe?”

Jeff’s voice resounds inside the hotel room. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell him, I just don’t want his precious trip to go to waste.

“Babe, I, it’s because he’s nothing. I don’t want you to be so much affected. And I don’t want you to act like that, babe,” I try to calm him down.

“Then when did he arrive, huh? When did you meet him? Yesterday? Last week? When are you planning to tell me, or do you even have plans to tell me? Answer me, babe,” he’s been walking back and forth...