When I woke up, I turned off the silent mode on my phone. It immediately rang—it was Patrick, sounding angry, "Why didn't you reply to my messages or answer my calls?"
I looked at my phone and saw many missed calls and messages.
"Oh, Tina is here, I was with her. What's up?"
"Well, I came home early last night."
"Ok," I replied.
"Anything else?" I asked.
"No, just come home early."
I was speechless.
These days my company was busy, and I am busy too, busy with going abroad, busy with TOEFL classes, I almost forgot about Patrick.
Patrick called, "Vallerie, are you off work? It's been a while since we had dinner together."
I calculated the time. It was time to have a talk.
"Yes, I'm not too busy today. I'll come home."
"Great, don't leave after work. I'll pick you up."
I was about to say something when Helen called me to her office to discuss my trip and some important points.
By the time I finished, I took out my phone and found that Patrick had called me dozens of times. One WhatsApp message after another popped up.
[Dear, pick up the phone!]
[When did you move? Why didn't I know?]
[Are you still angry about what happened that day?]
