After hanging up, I packed my belongings from Keith’s house and moved to a hotel while his parents weren't around. That evening, I called Keith again and asked him to come with me. Perhaps my humble tone made him think I was apologizing in a roundabout way, so he agreed.
Two days later, I bought a bouquet of daisies and went to the cemetery. After tidying up around my parents' graves, I received a text message from an unknown number. "Zoey, you really have a bag of tricks. How long do you plan to use gratitude to manipulate Keith? Aren't you tired of these tactics? Believe it or not, with just one phone call from me, you definitely won't see him today."
I didn't need to guess—it was Sadie. I indifferently turned off my phone. Meaningless things done by meaningless people were not worth my time.
Keith and I had agreed to meet at 10 a.m., but as time passed, he still hadn't arrived. I called him, but there was no answer. I called again, but still no response.
Finally, I made one last call and his assistant answered it. "Hello, Miss Sherman. Mr. Jordan is busy right now and can't take your call. Do you need me to pass along a message?"