The Next Morning...
"Troy, honey, have you seen it yet?" I call from the closet in the bedroom of my house.
Troy and I came to my house so I could find my suitcases and clothes to take with me on our trip. Though he won't tell me where he's taking me, I agreed to go with him. Not only because he asked but because I know it will help our relationship and let Troy relieve some stress.
I don't enjoy being angry or upset with Troy. The last thing I want is for him to worry about me. Stressing about James Wisecup is enough to drive anyone crazy, especially with him trying to sabotage his business and hard work.
"I don't see your suitcase here. I'm sure I have one you can use," he says, walking into the room.
I lower from being on my tiptoes and we make our way back to the li
