"I was waiting for you," he said.
"Everything okay?" I asked, keeping my voice firm as though nothing was wrong.
"The consulate has requested a meeting."
I groaned. Dealing with the consulate and their whining was the last thing I needed right now.
"Can't it be moved? I'm sort of tied down by an emergency as you can tell."
"They are pretty impatient."
"Alright then. Get the car ready."
Throughout the ride to the consulate, I didn't say a word. I was too beat up to speak, my emotions too raw to make coherent decisions or thoughts. I just hope the consulate does nothing to piss me off cause I'm not entirely sure I'd be able to control myself or Drew.
In the midst of everything going on and the shambles in my life, however, I was immensely thankful that news of Zara's illness hasn'
