Chapter 29

"I'm sorry you're late."

"It's okay, let's have dinner after work, hm?"

"Hmm, I'm sorry, baby, I must be in New York for a press conference."

"New York?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, so no dinner?"

"I'm sorry. Let's have a date when I get back."

"Sure, it's fine," she forced a smile. "When are you getting back?"

"Tomorrow morning," he leaned, as his hand brushed her hair, his lips pressed against her forehead.

"Okay, then," she cleared her throat, opening the door.

"Kim—" he calls, holding her back.

"Yes?" She turned back at him, and he struggled for a minute if it was okay to ask about her mother.

"Don't stay out too late?" he says.

"no seré guapo," she chuckled, getting down from the car (I won't, handsome). "Fly safe," she waved.

Miran chuckled, driving away. Kim took a deep breath, walking into the hospital.

"Sandra," her hoarse voice called.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Sandra asks worriedly.