Cleo
We are in Germany and Paul and I are enjoying life at its best, this man in such a short time has made me happy, not like Harry.
I wonder, where is Harry? Is he still in Italy? Has he gone back to England?
I take my mobile and call him, one ring, two, three, mailbox. . .
I dial again and the voice message comes in.
"Harry it's me, uh, I know we didn't end well but I want to know where you are, I haven't heard from you since that night. Call me, I want to know you're okay.”
I hang up the call and sigh nervously, I can't help but feel guilty, that night I just kicked him out of the house and didn't tell him anything else.
-Hey, my Nile goddess, what are you thinking about? -asks Paul.
-Nothing of importance. -I say without mentioning the details.
-Are you sure?
-Yes, sure.
-Y
