THE FORGETFUL FREDRICK AND THE UNBOOKED FLIGHTS

“Good morning.” She knocked lightly on the door before entering into the room.

“Morning Sarah.” Ethan turned to face her even though he was arranging his clothes and putting them in a luggage.

“I can’t believe you all are leaving.” Sarah tried to force a smile but was not able to hide the sadness in her voice.

“Me too but we have to, the hotel isn’t going to run itself.” He told her, folding a white shirt.

“I guess this lively house would have to go back to being its formal self.” Looking at the garden through the window in the room, she sighed deeply.

She had many questions to ask him but was hesitant that he would have no answers to them or that she would not be satisfied with his answers. “Ethan.” Nevertheless, she called out his name.

“Hmm?” he answered her still focused on what he was doing.

“Do you remember when we first met?” She softly asked him, still looking out the window.