I haven't heard from Mariano since yesterday. He left and hasn't come back since. I ate breakfast alone. Part of me wants to ask Celia or the guards about him, but I can't bring myself to do so. They seem to be avoiding me now. So I stay in my bedroom the whole day. It's not like I can call him if his phone is lost. His men should know how to contact him, but I can't talk to him at the moment. It still hurts.
I called Finn yesterday to tell him I wasn't feeling well so I couldn't go to the club. It wasn't easy to say I just lost a family member and people I know. Within the hour of that call, several club staff—mostly the bottle girls—sent "get well soon" messages. That made me cry harder—both from feeling appreciative of their concern and the fact that "get well soon" wasn't enough to ebb the pain from my chest.