"Sure, thanks."
Bonnie was brief and to the point, hanging up right after. Still, she hadn't rejected his offer, which made Lawrence feel a bit better.
He stood on the balcony, letting the wind soothe the ache in his eyes from days of relentless travel and work. But the breeze couldn't reach the heavy weight in his chest.
His thoughts remained tangled like dark storm clouds, leaving him lost.
He let out a heavy sigh and turned back toward his bedroom.
It was another sleepless night.
Early the next morning, the driver took him to Bonnie's place. Lawrence went upstairs alone. When they saw each other, their eyes met for a fraction of a second before both looked away.
He thought she seemed much colder than before. She thought he was reverting back to the way he was before he came to Oasinia.
He looked thin, haggard, and exhausted, with red-rimmed eyes.
She didn't ask questions. She simply put June into his travel crate. Lawrence grabbed her suitcase with one hand and the crate with the other, reminding her to lock the door before they headed downstairs.
They didn't speak. Once in the car, they both sat in the back. Silence formed a thick shell around them, and neither made a move to break it.
Lawrence wasn't sure if he should be relieved, or terrified that the storm following this calm would be devastating.
They rode in silence all the way to the airport. Taking a private jet made things easier. They took off at eight and were scheduled to land in Cabinda by eleven.
June was well-behaved in his crate, staying quiet. As soon as Bonnie boarded, she closed her eyes to rest. Lawrence sat across the aisle. After takeoff, he reached over and draped a blanket over her.
With all his recent business trips, he hadn't slept much. Now, with her beside him, he closed his eyes and drifted off.
Because of that, he didn't see Bonnie open her eyes and stare intently at him.


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