Nathan dropped me off at my apartment before he went to work the following morning. I finally convinced him not to meet me tonight. I wanted time to talk to Gemma, and I would beg her to understand even if it took me the entire night or my whole life.
All the time that I was waiting for Gemma to arrive, I was anxious and afraid. I busied myself with cleaning every inch of the house. After lunch was over, I became more worried that she might not show up. As the time passed by, I was now on edge. I was positive that Gemma would not come at all.
By some miracle, I heard the doorknob of the front door rattled. Someone from the outside was unlocking it. She finally came and hope sparked inside of me. It meant she came to at least listen to my story. That was good enough for me.
"So… Spill it out." Was her introduction. Gemma was still clearly mad, but she was not shouting, which was a good sign. "What happened to your trip?"