Chapter 33.

I heard my phone vibrate on my dresser. I opened my eyes with difficulty and looked outside, it was still dark. I took out my phone and looked who it was. Greg's name was showing on my screen, why is he calling me in the middle of the night. I checked the time before picking up. It was 2:10 a.m. I lay down and put the phone on my ear.

"Did I woke you up ?" he asked me.

"Hmm." I replied, I was so sleepy that I couldn't speak.

"Sorry !"

"Why are you calling me at this hour"

"I couldn't sleep so I came over, can you come and open the door for me?" I opened my eyes immediately, and woke my head from the pillow.

"Wait, you mean you're..."

"I'm in front of the house."

"Oh my God, are you crazy?!" I laughed.

"Speak less loudly, I don't want your dad to hear me. And come open the door please."

"I'm coming." I hung up, and got out of bed I put on my bathrobe and went down to open. He was at the door, I let him in and closed the door again.

"But what got into you to come at this hour. Do you know that if my father finds you here he will kill you?"

"If we don't make a sound he won't know anything, and I'll leave before he wakes up."

We went up the stairs on tiptoe, and arrived in my room without making a sound, but when closing the door, it slipped out of my hands and made a noise. We stood frozen in place, listening to see if my father had woken up.

"It is as if we were teenagers." I said after a few seconds of silence, laughing.

"Ssshhh" Greg put his finger to my mouth. "You will wake him up." I tried to contain myself from laughing.

We sleeped in each other's arms, and he woke up around 6.am a and I went to close the door after he was gone and went back to bed.

I only slept for another hour before being woken up by voices in the living room. I got up and put on my bathrobe and went to see who it was. I found my father in the living room, with the woman from the café who had asked us questions.

"Meggie! Look who came to see us." my father told me.

"Good to see you again." I told her with a smile.

"Me too, Here, I brought you this." She handed me a kraft paper box she was holding in her hands. "It's a grapefruit pie that I made just for you"

"Thank you." she was very smiling and caring. I went to put the pie in the kitchen, and came back to the living room, she had got up from the sofa and was about to leave.

"Sweetheart, can you walk her to the door?" I walked past her and opened the door. We said goodbye and when she was about to live, she turned to me.

"I heard he's coming with you to Miami?" she whispered to me. I nodded.

"I think it's a very good idea, he would never dare to admit it, but he needed a fresh start. Bellevue was getting way too depressing for him." I was surprised by what she had just told me.

"Why? I thought he liked living here."

"Oh that's what he claims, but I have a flair for people who pretend. He's no longer fulfilled around here and he was isolating himself a lot lately."

"Thank you for telling me." She smiled then turned on her heels to leave.

I closed the door and went back to the living room, I found my father surfing on his phone.

"How about if I make you a juice and we taste the pie?" I asked him.

"That's a great idea." I went to the kitchen. I prepared a plain fruit juice. The doctor had told me that a natural fruit juice was good for him. While I was still in the kitchen, there was a knock on the door and I heard my father say "I'm going." then a few seconds later I heard him say "she's in the kitchen." then after a short while, Greg walked into the kitchen.

"Hi you." he said to me while coming to kiss me.

"Hello. Have you had breakfast?." I asked him and he shook his head no. I continued what I was doing and he stood there watching me until I was done and then he helped me set the table. As soon as it was ready I called my father then the three of us sat down to eat.

"Meggie, remember when you were little and had nightmares?" I nodded as I helped myself to a piece of pie then passed the knife to my father.

"Do you know why every time you woke up crying I was always by your bedside? Or when you were a teenager talking on the phone at night I caught you all the time."

"No" I answered without really understanding what was his point.

"It's because everything that happens in your room I hear it from my room, the walls of this house are really very thin." Greg coughed, he had almost choked on the piece of pie he had swallowed. Like me, he understood that my father wanted us to understand that he had heard very well that Greg had spent the night at home. I had to make a huge effort not to laugh.

"Ooh!" I didn't know what to say, on the one hand there was Greg who was embarrassed, and on the other there was my father who acted as if nothing had happened. But I knew my father, I knew that deep down he was jubilant. He had said that to make him uncomfortable and he had succeeded.

"I have an appointment with the real estate agent ?" I decided to change the subject to alleviate the situation.

"When do we leave?" my father asked me and I in turn looked at Greg for him to answer.

"Uh, I spoke to the pilot, the plane will be ready at 1 p.m. We will leave when you are ready."

"Wait, I don't think I get it very well. What do you mean you talked to the pilot?" asked my father confused.

"Oh I forgot to tell you, Greg offered to take us on his private jet."

"Really?! That's great."

"I think 2 p.m. is fine for us." I said and my father nodded.

"I'll tell him to get ready." we finished eating and began to prepare for the trip.

The real estate agent arrived at 12:15 p.m. We agreed on the prices. Then I gave her the duplicate keys.

We got all the boxes out and took them to my dad's garage. If needed I could come back for them later.

At 1 p.m., the car was loaded and we were heading to the airport. It took us 45 minutes to get there and 20 minutes to finish all the formalities.