“Let’s go,” she says.
But there is nowhere for me to go.
She appears in front of me, holding out a hand for me to take.
“I don’t have anywhere to go,” I say.
“You have,” she says. “Take my hand.”
I take it.
She pulls me up.
She takes my phone to unlock the elevator.
We ride down the elevator.
We get outside.
I see the Porsche standing in front of the door.
I stop, staring at it. It is when I remember.
‘You can drive to something, Teterboro Airport, for example, where I’d have a plane ready within an hour, and we can go anywhere in the world. Paris—Hawaii. You’d love Hawaii, it’s freedom.’
El asked me without asking to come to Hawaii with her. And I didn’t realize it. I should have said yes. Should have gone with her.
The hollowness inside me drags me even further down.
And then, I am pulled away.
By Jane.
I want to hate her.
But I can’t.
Because she is here.
We sit in a cab.
We get out of the cab.
I registered the house Jane lives in.
I just do what she tells me to do.
Get out of the cab.
Walk up the stairs.
Wait.
Stand.
“Come in,” she says.
And I come in.
