Patricia

I have had the most amazing time over the last several days. Ray and Mr. Jordan have been a pleasure to spend every day with, but I've also been missing Bryan and mother. Ever since I told Bryan I would be travelling with Ray and her dad, he and I haven't been communicating as much. He's not too happy about it.

I have to call him today so we can talk it out because he has been unresponsive, not even paying attention to the pictures or videos I send him. I update him as much as I can and be as conservative with the details of our location and other private information, but with Bryan, I barely know what’s going on with him.

Bryan's phone rings, and he picks up the fourth ring.

“Hey baby,” I greet excitedly.

"Hey Patricia, what’s up?” He asks as if my call is interrupting him.

"I just wanted to greet my muchin pumpkin; I haven’t heard from you in a while. How are you?"

Since the restaurant, he has not given me a call. Generally speaking, he doesn't call very often; I call most of the ti