“It’s quiet. It’s far. And we have a chalet there no one knows about,” she said. “Are you sure about this? Once you leave, there’s no turning back.”
“I just want out. Thank you, Mother. I will leave as soon as possible.”
The door handle turned.
I froze, hanging up the phone.
“Who was that?” Nathan asked, setting the tray down on the bedside table. His voice was casual, but his eyes were alert. “And what did you mean, ‘I will leave’?”
He walked over to me, his expression darkening. “Are you leaving me, Karylle? Is that what this is? You’re planning something behind my back? Didn’t I say no divorce again? We’re—”
“No, silly,” I said, keeping my voice light. “I was talking to… a travel agent.”
“A travel agent?” He looked skeptical.
“Yes. I was thinking… after everything that’s happened… maybe we need a break. A vacation. Just the two of us. Like you said last night.” I squeezed his hand. “I was thinking we could go away. Somewhere romantic. Maybe Paris? Or Italy?”
The tension drained from his face instantly. A wide smile spread across his lips.