He gave me a long look, maybe noticing my disheveled appearance or my red-rimmed eyes for the first time. I doubt it. Very little escaped René.
“Two weeks.”
Two weeks to choose.
Or not choose.
“Your term will be over, I have arranged for the assignment to be covered as a private project for the next term.”
The next term was three months long.
I didn’t know anyone in Lisbon. I didn’t speak Portuguese. I told Dominic I wasn’t ready. I hadn’t spoken to Kiara in more than a couple of texts.
“When do you need my answer?” I asked, finally taking a sip of the coffee because my throat was raw.
“Now.”
