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It was a twenty-minute drive from where I was. I parked the car and put some Cheetos in my mouth before coming out of the car. I adjusted the orange floral dress I wore. The warm breeze was not doing me any good. I dragged the dress down and walked to the large doors.
Belvina hugged me immediately after she opened the door. I hugged her back and refused to pull away. I really needed it.
“Are your parents home?” I asked.
“No.”
She smiled at me when we separated. She dragged me into the house and shut the door.
“I think I messed up. I feel so awful, but at the same time, I feel so angry,” I said as we both slumped on the sofa. “I really suck at this,” I groaned, placing my head on her lap.
“So, I’m going to be your therapist today,” Vina said.
“And my best friend,” I told her.
We always shared everything with each other, especially when one of us needed the other person’s help. I needed a little pep talk right now from her. As much as the topic felt too personal, I could trust her with anything, even my passwords.
“Okay, so tell me what happened.”
“I tricked Adrian into telling me about Nadia,” I confessed.
“Oh shit. Let me guess. You didn’t like what you discovered?”
“Yes, I wish I’d never asked. Now, I just feel like I invaded his personal space,” I said and groaned.
“He’s going to be so mad when he finds out you went behind his back and did some digging.”
“Wow, what a therapist you are,” I said, and she shrugged. “I wish he’d trust me enough to tell me,” I whispered.
“Girl, it’s not that easy. We all have different ways of coping with stuff. Maybe he went through shit and thinks it’s better to keep it to himself. He’ll open up eventually if you stop being a detective.”
“Tristan is going to be so mad,” I said and groaned again, as if I could feel his wrath already.
“It’s going to be fine,” she whispered, stroking my hair. It made me sleepy. “It’s all about patience,” she said, sounding like the therapist I wanted.
“Too bad I wasn’t born with that.”
“You love him, and he loves you. Wait for him.”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions here.”
My phone started ringing.
“Who is it?” Vina asked when she saw the look on my face.
“Tristan,” I mumbled. “Do you think Adrian told him?” I asked.
“He wouldn’t have. He’s better than that,” Vina defended him with a smile.
“I can’t.” I dropped the phone on the couch, watching it ring.
Vina picked up the phone and answered the call. I groaned and buried my face in my palms.
“Hey, Tristan.”
“Where is Chloe?”
“How rude. You can’t even say hello.”
