39 - Felicity

After we go to the Bear Park. we take tours of the Kunst Museum, the Paul Klee Center and the Bundeshaus. Then we head back to Zurich. I fall asleep in the car. When we arrive at the hotel, the sky is already dark.

My last day in Switzerland is coming to an end, which means I'm running out of time.

I have to speak to Shawn about what's going on with us — and more importantly, what's going to happen to us when we get back to Chicago.

I have to.

That's why I enter his room after making sure no one has seen me.

It's clean now. The Scotch bottle and the glass are gone. The plate that the sandwiches were on, too.

Housekeeping must have taken care of them.

Even the couch looks clean, but I don't sit on it. I don't want to stand near the bed where Shawn's sitting, either. Or go to the balcony.

Where do I go?

"What's wrong?" Shawn asks as he takes off his shoes.

I swallow the lump in my throat and part my lips. Still, no words come out. The voice inside my head starts to shout.

Go on, Felicit