Page 82 of Our Best Friends Wedding
Adrien
As soon as I saw Katie walking into that fucking meeting, I knew I’d left it too late to give Sara the heads-up. I mean, her office was on the other side of the fucking room. What was I thinking?
Why didn’t I just go to her office after and clear the air?
Jenna knocks on my door and for the first time since Sara moved in, I’m working late at the office. I’d planned on staying another hour, but I completely got engrossed in work and realized Jenna would still be working. I feel kind of bad when I see it’s just gone six. I think it’s best that I'm working late. It'll give Sara time to calm down, then we can talk, like we should have done a month ago.
Jenna knocks again, this time harder.
“Yeah” I shout.
She opens the door and looks at me a little sheepishly.
“Adrien, is it okay if I get going?”
“Of course. I should have said something sooner. Sorry.”
“No problem. Is everything okay? You don’t usually work this late. Well, in the office anyway, since you and Sara got together.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I lie. “Just in the zone, that’s all.”
“You sure?” Jenna leans against the door frame. “She seemed pretty annoyed when she left.”
“It’s nothing Jenna. See you tomorrow.”
I getin the car and my driver is standing waiting for me when I get out of the doors. We nod at each other and I answer emails all the way home. It’s surprising to me how quickly I’ve fallen into my old ways.
I need to clear the air with Sara. This is the old me. The me that worked way too many hours in the week and was on the way to a heart attack at 40.
I walk upto the house and wave at my driver as he drives off. As soon as I walk into the house I know something isn’t right. Something is off. It’s way too quiet. It’s the way it was before Sara moved in.
I walk through the house, which takes me forever, and I can’t see her anywhere.
No lights are on in the garden, and all the doors are locked.
I walk into the bedroom and see that some of Sara’s things are missing, but not everything. Her case is missing, though.
I pull out my phone and call her, but it keeps going to voicemail. On the fifth try, I decide to leave a message. “Sara, I know you were mad before. Guess I didn’t realize how mad.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “Just call me okay. Let me know you’re okay. Or text me if you don’t want to call.”
I walk downstairs and pour myself a glass of whiskey and sit in the dark.
Where the hell is she? Why the hell did I let it get this far?
I must have fallenasleep at some point as I wake up with an empty glass next to me on the couch and the sun coming in through one of the windows. I hadn’t closed any of the blinds last night. My phone is on the couch next to me and I see a text message from Sara from a couple of hours ago. She must have woken up at the crack of dawn.
Sara: Adrien. I’m ok. I just need some space and distance between us. I’m at the apartment in Miami. I’m going to stay here and think about a few things. Please don’t follow me. I just need some space to breathe.
I read through the message five times before I close the message and go to call Bryan.
“She’s fine.” Bryan says on the first ring. “Must admit, I was expecting this call hours ago.”
“Well, everything is obviously not fine.”
Bryan just laughs down the phone.
“Ady, I warned you, you needed to tell her everything. By the way, you need to call Catherine. She's not happy with you, either.”
“Right, Bryan, I know I messed up.”
