Another thing that scares me is seeing her so small and vulnerable. We mostly do video calls in the evening when she’s in bed, curled in the blankets and with her face clear of makeup. I can see the bags under her eyes. She’s tired, and even when I shush her to bed early the next day is the same.
I asked her about her health. I told her to go and see her doctor, but she assures me everything is okay. She’s just tired. Preoccupied with her internship and working on her thesis and book.
I don’t believe her, but I didn’t want to push and make it all worse.
So, I’m going to do the only thing I know how—go there and take care of the situation spot on.
Dom wasn’t too happy when I told him I don’t fucking care about his endorsement deals and where I should show up to draw more attention.
Money and fame can get me a lot of things, but a new Anabel isn’t one of them.
Not that I would want her anyway.
The one I have is enough.