Cynthia Dion:
Before he could shift his attention from his phone to me, I realized that minute was a welcome respite. I hastened through my shower, struggling to keep the marked side of my neck turned towards the wall, just in case he happened to glance up.
When I finished my shower and turned to check on him, he had vanished.
Swiftly, I changed into black pants and a turtleneck sweater. Just as I left the bathroom, he re-entered the room with an empty bag.
He began stuffing the bag with random items, none of which seemed suitable for Bali.
"Why the rush?" I observed from a distance as he filled the bag with utter nonsense. After he had zipped it shut, he instructed the maid to carry it to the car. Surprisingly, he hadn't packed any of my belongings. It left me puzzled--was I not goi
