Redemption Was Never Mine
It was as if it had just been through a disaster.
My phone buzzed with a text from my father.
"Nicole, I've booked you the presidential suite at a five-star hotel. The passcode is your birthday. Get some proper rest tonight."
Then, the screen lit up again. This time, I'd gotten a message from an unfamiliar number.
"Nicole, I'm sorry, truly. Please come back. Let's start over. I can't live without you."
Based on the contents, I had no doubt that the sender was Ethan.