Willow barely touched her phone during the two days she stayed in L.A.
She had turned it off after the gala and left it that way. Victor didn't ask her to switch it back on, didn't question who she was avoiding, and didn't try to turn the extra time together into something it wasn't. They went out when she felt restless, stayed in when she didn't, ordered food when neither of them wanted to deal with people, and by the second evening Willow finally felt like she could breathe without every thought immediately circling back to Zane.
It didn't last.
They were finishing dinner when she pushed her plate away and looked at Victor. "I think we should fly out in the morning."
Victor took a drink of water before answering. "Morning works."
That was it. No questions about why she'd changed her mind or suggestions that they stay another day. He simply accepted it, and Willow was more grateful for that than she wanted to admit.
