54 — Can you promise me?

All the way to our apartment, Desmond drove in silence. The motion of the car made me increasingly nauseous, but I struggled to control this sickness of mine. Walking through the lobby, getting on the elevator — Desmond didn't say a single word to me. And when we step into the small hall of our floor, I freeze in place, unsure of what to do next.

Desmond goes to his door without caring about my in