Tiselle
I wanted the driver to take me back to the hotel at once, but he refused, insisting he had to wait for Mrs. Dubois. He was obviously a loyal driver, so I decided to leave the car and flagged down a taxi.
Luckily, that didn’t take but a few seconds, since there was one just waiting for someone. I hopped in the back seat and choked out the words of the hotel room, then I buried my face in my hands.
I felt completely mortified and embarrassed. How could someone who once called themselves my best friend do such horrible things to me? I simply couldn’t wrap my head around it all.
“Miss, what troubles you?” the taxi driver asked, but I couldn’t answer.
There was so much troubling me, and I couldn’t stop crying to answer anyway, so I just kept crying.
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