REGRETS

Hello, Dean. How’s your trip going?” he asked.

“Dan, Stephanie will be arriving on a flight from Vegas in about an hour plus. She’s on flight #261, and I need you to pick her up, then drive her back to her home”

Is everything ok, Dean? You sound upset,” he asked.

“I don’t want to discuss why I am mad at her. I just left the hotel, and I’m heading back to California. Just make sure you pick her up from the airport and take her home.”

“Very well,Dean. I’ll be there to pick up Steph.”

“Dan,” I said before he hung up.

Yes, Dean?”

“She’s probably going to need you to comfort her when she steps off the plane. Please be there for her,” I said.

“No problem, Dean. You know I’m very fond of Steph.”

I hung up the phone and pulled out of the hotel parking lot. My mind was racing going back to Steph alwaays being negative and Whining about her death. I was blinded by rage when Because she kept saying she was going to die, Doesn’t she know she was going to make me die from she sying that, I shouldn