Chapter 44

Paris is as wet and grey as New York had been, although somehow it feels worse because the eternal grey cloud that always shadows me here hits as soon as we emerge from our plane. Arry holds my hand and doesn’t let go; always there, always holding me up, and back in our apartment, we waste no time doing a walk-through to argue over what we are sending back home.

In the morning, he’s coming with me to school. He called them as soon as we got home and arranged a meeting with the head of the department… Mr. Carrero. in full business mode, ready to take my tutor head-on in legal ways, even though his first instinct is to hunt him down and beat the shit out of him. I am not convinced he still won’t once he is face to face with him. He has that air of fighter on, and I know it won’t let up until he gets this matter in hand.

I’m uptight, anxious, and crazily nauseous again. I got over it after that scare with Amanda, but since he proposed, I seem to keep getting waves of nausea