*Della*
Pulling out my suitcase from under my bed, I tripped and fell to the floor, hitting my butt hard on the tiles. I groaned, shutting my eyes very tight. Feeling my eyes heat up with tears again, I threw my head backward, trying to stop more tears from flowing down. I was tired of being weak, and I just wanted to feel nothing. I had no more tears left to cry.
I began to pack all my clothes from my closet and threw them on the bed so I could fold them into the large suitcase. While folding the clothes and arranging them, my eyes fell on my phone again. There was still nothing from Mr. Cary, and I began to believe that Evelyn was right after all. He just used me.
Shaking my head to rid myself of thoughts about Mr. Cary, I concentrated on getting my bags ready for New Orleans. Then
