Emme flipped her phone over, and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter Seventy-Four
On Saturday afternoon, Emme opened her hotel room door to see Cat standing there with a care package.
‘You OK?’
‘No,’ she said, as she opened the door wider to let her friend in.
Cat placed the paper Migros bag on the desk in the room and took out some bits.
‘I got you biscuits, chips, chocolate, and I brought you some clothes– some of mine…’ she said, as she slunk into the chair next to the window.
‘Thank you Cat, you’re a hero.’
She nodded.
‘I bumped into Bill in Migros and he asked if you were staying with me. Said he wanted to talk to you…’
‘I bet he does. What did you say?’
‘He seemed kinda angry.’
‘Oh dear,’ Emme said, a rash creeping up her neck.
‘I said I didn’t know where you were… which he knows is BS. But, you know, hoes before bros…’ Cat tailed off and Emme appreciated the loyalty.
‘Well, I just don’t know what to do about that at the moment.’
Cat picked up a handful of grapes from the fruit bowl Tiago had sent up as he was ending his shift.
‘Tristan’s worried too. He called me, I don’t know how he got my number but he asked if I’d spoken to you…’
‘Great.’
Cat looked at her, puzzled by her sarcasm.
‘What did you say?’ Emme asked.
‘I said Lexy had gone psycho on you, but I couldn’t really talk… I was prepping breakfast, Gerard was in my ear.’
‘Did you tell Tristan where I was?’
‘No. Should I have? I wasn’t sure.’
Emme didn’t answer.
Cat twirled the empty grape stalk between two fingers. All Tiago had told her was that Lexy had slapped Emme over Tristan.
‘I thought it was going great guns with you!’
Emme shook her head.
‘You did warn me…’
Cat sat up.
‘Wait, what’s happened?’
