When it Happened *(Completed) EDITING

CHAPTER 21

I get home as it's the same old routine, but this time, I walk directly upstairs, walk straight into my walk-in-closet, pull out my carry on, and grab it. Place it on the bed looking at it with my hands on my hip, as my head continues to think, how the hell did I get here, how I need to pack and get away for a couple of days quickly. 

I reach over and grab my purse, search for my cell and take it out, turn it on, still see that there are no icons of texts, messages but do have one missed call from Lyla. I sit on the edge of my bed and dial Lyla back. I can't wait to let her know I'll be off to see her by morning London time.

"Mom," she picks up on the first ring.

"Hi princess, I just noticed I missed your call. I was getting my bags together," I breath out. "Guess what, I've purchased my plane ticket as we speak and will be going to spend time with you in London." 

"Mom, tell me you're not kidding...you purchased them?" she says excitedly.

"Yes, I'm just going to print them out as soon as we hang up, I told Anthony that I wanted to spend quality time with you, and he agreed. So Anna will send me my reports I have to run through or- she cuts me off.

"Mom, If you're coming here,  don't bring work with you, besides there are lots to do and to look at, like handsome English men. Hey, you even might meet Prince Harry?" she chuckles as I break out to a laugh.

"Lyla, I get it, but I'm not there to meet anyone period. Please, I've had enough" I try to stay calm and not sound upset about what I've been going through with Joe. Shit.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'll call you from the airport when I land."

"Ok, love you and have a safe trip, Mom. I can't wait to tell Krista. I know she'll be happy about you coming to London," she says and sounds thrilled. 

We hang up, and the first thought that comes to my mind is Joe. She's going to tell Krista; I'll be visiting them. He probably doesn't give a shit, he hasn't even called and the way he left yesterday, told me otherwise.  I have to snap out of this. I don't need Lyla and Krista to see me sad enough to ask me questions, and I'll just crackdown. Why hasn't h-

I cut myself off.

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"Thank you, have a great day," I tell the Uber driver with my plane ticket in hand and carry on, the best way to travel.

We start to board as my nerves kick in. Planes make me real nervous. I haven't thought this trip through. I've been playing out my emotions like a roulette table as I literally took off of work and booked a flight to London. I am excited, though. I need time alone with Lyla. Maybe I can be honest enough to tell her the mistake I made. NOT!

And yet he still hasn't called. Is this what hurt feels like?

"Welcome to fight L19, to London, and please find your seat number," the stewardess calls out on the intercom as I'm walking through the narrow aisle on the plane. As I approach my seat, I look up to make sure it's my seat, F23. Yes, the window seat. 

I sit, settle, and check my phone. Still No messages from the mastermind, Joe. I guess he's tired of my rant. But, a hundred text messages from Linda, go figure, she's been waiting for all the details. I'm surprised she didn't call the minute I walked out of the restaurant with Joe. 

There's always that one friend, who wants all the gory details on what, when, and where the new curriculums you've encountered have taken. So, watching Joe and I leaving last night together has her going bonkers, this is killing her, she wants the 411. I laugh in my head, knowing how nuts she's going, plus the kicker, she has no clue I'm sitting in an Airplane flying to London to see Lyla. I press her messages.