CHAPTER 63

Croissants, bacon, eggs, and a cup of coffee. What a morning! I smile from ear to ear as I sit down on the barstool, all alone in the kitchen.

“Slept well, Professor?" A voice I recognize snaps from behind me.

I cock my head and smile warmly. "Yeah, if you mean the three hours of sleep," I mutter and Malik laughs vigorously at the memory of last night.

We stayed on TV until four in the morning. Cartoon, movies, and whatever that I fell asleep beholding was all that it took.

"Enjoy your breakfast, you need your energy after the swimming marathon you had last night." He winks and disappears.

Smiling, I make my all to omit any ill thought about my recent affliction. My standing is still that I must go back home. And speaking of which, I should probably make a flight reservation as early as possible.

I can't imagine how Sam's going to recoil about my decision but I don’t think I care right now. It’s better this way. I can't