“Are you sure you don’t want me to check into a room to be close by in case…?” “Thanks, Cindy, but no. I’m a big girl.” She flashed her friend a smile. “Madame Evangeline has an exemplary reputation; she ensures safety above all. I’ll be okay. Besides, I can handle anything now.” But as she reached for the door handle, her courage failed. “Okay, let’s park, out back. You can get a room.” She shielded her face with her hand and turned away from the window. “Hurry up.” “Sudden change of heart?” Cindy stared. “You’re crying. What’s wrong? You don’t want to go?” Gwen pointed. A few feet away, her ex stood arm in arm with his soon-to-be-wife, while a porter loaded their luggage on a trolley. “Jamison’s here? Oh no.” Cindy’s voice cracked. She cranked the ignition but it wouldn’t turn over. Clicking sounds replaced the confident purr of the engine. “Cindy, please.” “Dammit, it won’t start. Are you scared?” “Of him or what I might do?”
