Devon wasn’t picking up, but she’d expected this. That’s why Anne told the driver to take her to his place.
“Thank you,”
she said as she got out of the car when they arrived in Devon’s neighbourhood.
“Would you like me to wait for you, Miss Anne?”
“No, you are free. “
She said and they exchanged goodbyes. The driver disappeared down the road and Anne looked up at the tall building.
“Okay, “
she whispered with an exhale. “Let's go. “
Anne was soon at the door, pressing the doorbell. Then she knocked. Anne dialled Devon’s phone, but it was now turned off. He was refusing any kind of communication with her.
“Perfect.”
Anne leaned against the wall and slid down. She was still in her high heels and the official dress.
She took the shoes off and rested her head against the wall.
