And so the bad feeling returns. Hungary tomorrow and all day long I was feeling good, looking forward toward it, almost bouncing around with confidence and happiness. All that ended at 5.15 pm when I had a text saying: “Hey! Have a great time in Budapest!”
All very nice and pleasant you might think.
Except it was from Alison.
How can she know? What is going on? My stomach is twisted with dread again.
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