That’s what people say you supposed to do in situations like this.
But that doesn't work with Aurora.
And after last night, I wasn’t about to sit in my office and hoping she was fine, I pulled up to her hotel mid-morning. By the time I knocked on her door, I knew she was in there.
I could feel it. Took a second, then I knocked again. This time Chew Toy barked. Then the door opened. She stood there in an oversized tee and shorts, hair a mess, face bare. She looked so tired.
“Are you crazy?” she asked.
“I just came to check on you.”
“Why Marlon, why?”
Why do you think?
“You didn’t come in,” I said. “I wanted to make sure you were okay?”
She scoffed, stepping back and leaving the door open so I could come in.
“I am unwell,” she said, walking further into the room. “I am entitled to sick days last time I check.”
She turned slightly, eyes cutting at me.
“Even though you’re the sick one.”
I closed the door behind me, letting that comment roll off my back.
“Yes, you are entitled to sick days,” I said. “And you can take all the sick days you want, Bunny.”
She didn’t react to the nickname.
“But let’s discuss what happened first.”
She stopped walking and slowly turned to face me.
“To what end?” she asked. “What’s it gonna change? You can’t unfuck my dead mother so what does it matter?”
Ouch.
“It matters ‘cause I hurt you,” I said. “I should’ve told you and I didn’t. I’m so sorry for that.”
Silence. She looked at me for a long second.
“Is that it?”
“No,” I groaned. “That’s not it.”
I stepped a little closer.
“Tell me how you feel about this,” I said. “Talk to me. Communication.”
She let out a breath that sounded like it had been sitting in her chest all night.
“I feel like shit, Marlon,” she confessed. “That’s what I feel like. I’m disgusted with you right now.”
“Okay,” I nodded. “Well… let it all out. Let me have it.”
She blinked because that threw her off.
