49.1-Tantrum

Lola - On the morning of Saturday, the 15th

This week has passed in a blur. I still haven’t seen Damien since we arrived, which breaks my heart. I’ve been distracted by everyone paying close attention to me and caring for my needs. I’m fed up with it all and finally break my silence.

“Justine, where’s Damien?” I whisper after breakfast.

“Do you need Markum, sweetheart? I’ll call him,” she offers, picking up her phone.

I furrow my brows at her response and ask again. She only avoids my eyes, texting. All week they have been deflecting this question. I pluck the phone from her hands and toss it to the side. I’m getting answers one way or another.

“Did you fire Damien? Is that why we have Markum now?” I ask, staring at her dead in the face.

“No, Lola, I would never do that,” she says, defeated.

“Then where is he?” I squeak.

“I promise he’ll be back soon,” she says while getting up to hold me.

“You said that days ago, Justine,” pulling away from her gently.

“And I meant it, Lola.