The clock on the desk across from me says ten thirty seven. Why the hell isn't he already on his way back to Toronto? "Lila? Are you there? I hope you're on your way to the airport. The flight was delayed but they’re expecting to board in a few minutes. Where the hell are you?" "I'm not coming," I finally find my voice. The speech I'd prepared has fled my mind completely so I have to wing it. "What do you mean you aren't coming? Where are you, Lila? Where have you been? I have your bag here with me." "I'm... I'm just staying in Vegas for a little while. I need some time." "Lila, what the hell. You haven't spoken to me at all, you have to let me explain about-" "Stop," I say. Surprisingly, he does. "It's over Harrison. It really is. It's not about the other night, although that was certainly the last straw, but it's been coming for a long time. I think we both knew it. There's nothing left for us. It just wasn't working." "Lila, I-" "Stop," I repeat.
