Hopelessly Flawed

Chapter 34 - Reunited

After ordering, the two different generations of woman waited patiently.

"Okay, we've given our orders, now can you please tell me what you've been holding back?"

Leona took a sip of her red wine, leaving her dark red lipstick stain along the side. Once she set her glass down, she placed her hand on Robyn's.

"I'm moving back."

Robyn's eyebrow instinctively arched as she analyzed her mom's face.

"And?"

"And?"

"Yes mom, 'and'. There's something else. I can sense it." Her daughter slouched back into her seat a little while preparing for the other shoe to drop.

"I swear if you're moving here for dad I'm gonna-"

"I am not," she cut her off with a sigh/scoff leading, "but I do want to be with my family again..be a family again."

"Where was all that coming from?" is what Robyn thought after shaking away the memory of her most recent chat with her mother.

Shutting her eyelids for a couple of seconds and taking a breather, she waited until the elevator dinged to reopen them. She took ahold
of the handle of her luggage and pushed herself off the mini railing before exiting the mirrored elevator.

"Babes is living lavish huh.." she admired the corridor of the apartment complex while looking for the number of his door. "Here it is..right?" She checked her notes in her phone where she typed all the information leading up to her current position.

"Why am I nervous?.." She could already feel the jitters in her stomach once she unlocked the door with the spare key, courtesy of Iris herself.

The well-decorated apartment had been illuminated by the sunlight beaming through each window ; it was sundown after all.

She left her luggage by the door before she toured a little. It was quiet, extremely quiet, therefore she believed she was forced to enjoy her own company.

Overall it was a cozy and well-maintained lodgement ; nothing less to expect compared to his other home.

Going through most of the rooms, and cutting corners, Robyn realized that the majority of his furniture (in addition to others) indeed looked neat, fresh and untouched, almost as if everything was new ; everything was clean, his kitchen practically spotless and on his walls hung pieces of art, where no family pictures/portraits were found.

She finalized her mini tour once she reached the end of the narrow corridor. Robyn twisted the knob of the remaining door while flipping her hair aside and mentally cussing at the fact she had not tied them.

Her eyes travelled along the principally white, black and grey bedroom before landing on the bed.

There he was.

In her eyes, it was most likely that he had yesterday's outfit still clasping around his body.

His arm was thrown over his face and his phone was flat on his stomach. His head was not aligned with his pillows by reason of his legs still touching the floor, signifying that he had fallen asleep in a seated position.