8

I can’t sleep.

I keep thinking of the fact that my wedding (just thinking about it makes me want to throw up) is next week. I don’t know how Carmen is going to figure something out before then.

I was pacing around the room when I heard a soft but urgent knock on my door, I paused mid-step to make sure I wasn’t hearing things.

I heard the knock again; more urgent this time and I slowly made my way over to the door. I opened it slightly to figure out who was there when the door was pushed open and Carmen rushed in. I looked out to make sure no one followed her then quickly locked the door.

“How long does it take for you to open a door?” she whisper yelled but I was still staring at her in shock and wondering what she was doing in my room. “Stop staring at me like you’ve seen a ghost.”

       “I- I&r