I replied flatly, "Better to avoid rumors."
He instinctively retorted, "We're abroad!"
Before he could say more, my phone rang. Wendy was calling to tell me she was stuck outside the hotel.
At that moment, Simon noticed I was barefoot and sneered, "Who are you so excited about? No wonder you've been acting so … "
"It's none of your business," I cut him off coldly.
Just as he used to say to me whenever I questioned him about Hannah.
I threw on my clothes, slipped into my shoes and didn't even spare a glance for Simon as I bolted downstairs.
Wendy handed me a thick stack of notebooks and we found a quiet spot together.
She watched me nervously, worried I'd have second thoughts.
I gave her a bitter smile. "This time, I truly want to forget, Wendy. Three days—that's all that's left."
As I spoke, I lit a match.
The paper slowly turned to ash in the fire, just as my love for you faded.
I handed Wendy a new journal. "Three days from now, give this back to me."
The Swiss Alps were breathtaking, their peaks seeming to melt into the clear blue sky.
The show arranged for us to go skiing and everyone was in the locker room, changing into ski gear.