Chapter 33 - Jo Thompson

Jo POV

I wheel my bag through the airport. After passing airport security, I sit at the bar looking at the drinks menu. I think I need some liquid courage. I need something to make me relax. I have no clue what I am doing right now. I have nowhere to stay. Our house is gone, back to its owner, and all of my belongings are in storage.

“Can I please have a martini?” I ask the bartender, that smiles and nods. He walks around the bar prepping my order and when he places the drink in front of me, I drain the glass in one go. He looks at me, raising an eyebrow and I smile, pointing at the glass while I shove the olive in my mouth.

“Another one please,” I say, and he nods. When the second one is placed in front of me. I smile and give him the money for the two drinks, plus a tip. My phone is ringing and I look at the name. Layla. My heart beats fast