I cup a hand over my mouth, capturing the sob that escapes. I could have been with him this weekend. We could have been weathering this storm together. Regret sends a staggering wave of nausea through my gut, and I have to close my eyes, tilt my face to the ceiling and suck in air.
… wondering how on earth it is that I could fall in love in a matter of days.
In fact, I think I fell in love in a matter of minutes, with the woman sitting opposite me at a hotel bar.
I close my eyes, remembering. Rewriting the horror of seeing the photos of us online, reclaiming that night.
She was exhausted but mesmerizing, wearing a red dress and nothing else.
Curiosity presses gently at the edges of my thoughts, propelling me to my feet. I search through the suitcase I’d hastily packed at the Waldorf Astoria. I rifle back through the contents of the shopping bag he left on my doorstep. But I can’t find my red dress anywhere.
Retrieving Alec’s shirt from the bag, I pull it on, climb into bed, and listen to his voicemail again and again and again until I fall asleep.
* * *
When I wake up, the apartment is still, sounds muted. It’s a few minutes before two, meaning a miracle has occurred and I’ve slept much of the day away.
Outside my room, the lights are out and late-afternoon sunlight slants into the front window, turning the yellow couch a soft gold, turning the big blue chair a vibrant turquoise. The apartment is spotless. There are fresh flowers on the small dining room table, and a note that says simply: I love you. —E.
For the first time in days, I feel like I can pull in a deep breath.
Eden has set out a bowl of leftovers on the kitchen counter with pointedly obvious instructions.
Step 1: Place bowl in microwave.
Step 2: Heat for two minutes.
Step 3: Carefully remove bowl from microwave.
Step 4: Get a fork.
Step 5: Use fork to put food in your mouth.
Step 6: Repeat step 5 until the bowl is empty.
I’ve just finished step 1 when the doorbell rings. I know it isn’t the downstairs neighbor telling me we’re being too loud. I hope it isn’t the upstairs neighbor warning me they have a water leak. Maybe Eden forgot her keys. Maybe Mom wanted to check on me. Maybe… I laugh dryly as I let the train of thought die an abrupt death.
But, I remind myself, Alec is going to call me when he gets to London. And that’s a start.
It’s only when I open the door that I’m conscious I didn’t bother to comb my hair after my shower. In fact, I haven’t glanced in a mirror in several days. I find myself facing two beautiful women while I’ve got birds’ nest hair and am wearing Alec’s dress shirt, a stretched-out tank top, and no bra.
I immediately recognize one of them, but she is the second to last person I expect to see there.
“Georgia,” Yael says in disgust, “you look like garbage.”
The woman at Yael’s side smacks her lightly, and recognition hits like a slap. “Don’t be mean. She’s had a very shitty weekend.” Sunny Kim gives me a familiar, dimpled smile, and my lungs take a nostalgic nosedive.
I look back over my shoulder. Yes, I’m in my own doorway. Yes, I appear to be awake. Yael and Sunny stare at me, waiting for me to say something. I manage only, “What is this?”
Sunny steps forward, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Hi.”
On instinct, I lift my arms, too, tentatively snaking them around her waist. There’s a familiarity to the feel of her against me. Her grown-up body still carries the echo of her younger one. “Hi.”
“I realize this is a surprise.” She pulls back, placing her hands on my shoulders and holding me at arm’s length. “But you actually do look awful, G.”
“I’m sure you’re right.” My brain is finally catching up to my eyes. I look over at Yael, who is unusually casual in a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. I look back over my shoulder again. Still in my doorway. Still awake. I narrow my eyes at Yael. “I thought you were on a plane to London.”
“I am not,” she says simply.
“But Alec is,” I explain very slowly.
Sunny turns to look at Yael. “Can you imagine if our planes actually crossed paths midair? He would never stop lecturing me.”
I don’t know if it’s the wrong time to point out that they both seem very flippant about letting a distraught Alec Kim fly home to London, where he will not find his sister waiting for him. In fact, I honestly don’t know if the average person would understand what is happening right now and I am just a mental mess, or if they are being intentionally confusing. “I have no idea what the hell is going on.”