Is leaving me sleeping in bed and d

Is leaving me sleeping in bed and disappearing his version of letting me down gently? He can't get away completely in the morning like he might if I'd met him in some club but he's not here and he didn't leave a message. What does that mean? Perhaps he's just downstairs getting breakfast though I've a feeling he isn't and his absence means much more than a need for toast or cereal. I'm pretty sure he would have told me if he was just going downstairs.
In any case, I've been awake for ages now and there's no sign of him. His jeans and shirt are still there where we abandoned them last night, but he's not. It can only mean one thing. He had me and now that he's made his conquest, he no longer wants me. He’s going to treat me like all the other women in his life. Why did I fall for his sweet talk? There must be some way he gets them all into bed and I fell for it. I can hear him now. “Have I ever lied to you Corinna?” I bet he has and I bet he has been telling huge lies all weekend same as the big engagement lie. I should have gone along with my instincts. I look at my phone again. Nothing. I feel my heart heavy with misery, but the tears won't come. I'm too numb for tears.
The phone rings and I grab it, but it's Mom.
“Corinna, they're closing the trailer park.”
“What?” She's weeping. I can hardly make her out.
“They are closing the park, evicting us all. What will I do? I have nowhere to go.” My heart lurches in my throat. She sounds desperate. Where is Wilson? He'll know what to do. But he's not here. And chances are, helping me or Mom is the last thing he wants right now. Not the way he took off as soon as I got anywhere near being close to him.
I don't know how life can suck like this. One day you think you're okay going into work, doing your job, the next day you're walking on air because the one you want also wants you and then the next day you’re down to earth with a crash. I should have seen this coming.
“Don't panic, Mom. We'll work something out.”
“How?” she says.
I don't know but I have to go to her. I need to tell Wilson I'm leaving. Even if he doesn't care, I can't just go off without finding him. I need him to give me a ride to the station anyway.
I get ready quickly and go downstairs.
“Where's Wilson?” his aunt Rachel says. He's not at breakfast. He hasn't been there by the look of things.
“I don't know.”
“You two looked like you couldn't keep your eyes off each other last I saw. Lover's tiff? Don't worry, dear, it will all blow over.”
I wish I could be so confident.
Alice looks on with interest over her black coffee, a gleam in her eye. Has she got something to do with this? I wouldn't put it past her but I can't think about that now.
“The thing is my mom called and I have to go home right away.”
“I hope it's nothing serious,” Wilson's mom says.
“I hope so too. I wanted Wilson to take me to the station.”
“Don't worry. I'll take you,” his Mom says.
“I can do it,” Alice says. “You have a lot of people still here Geraldine and I've finished breakfast.”
Alice is the last person I wanted to help but what can I do but say, “Thanks. I'll get my bag.”
***
I wonder how far the nearest station is. It can't be close enough for my liking. But Alice is friendly at first, helping me get my bag into the trunk. I think she's pleased to get rid of me and no doubt happier that she thinks Wilson and I have had a quarrel. Maybe she thinks she'll worm her way back into his affections after I leave.
And that seems pretty likely because not far into a conversation about how beautiful the décor was, what a good party it was, how nice the weather is just now, she says “What's wrong to make you go rushing off like that? Is your quarrel with Wilson more serious than you're making out?”
“No it's my Mom. She has a problem at home.”
“I imagine trailer parks are awash with problems,” she says. “All the low life living together.”
“People are just people you know, Alice. Some good some bad no matter where they come from.”
“You and Wilson just seem like chalk and cheese though. He comes from a family with money and connections and you...don't.”
“It never bothered him.”
“You think it doesn't, but this weekend, he could probably see how different you were. He must have seen how obvious it is that you don't fit into our world.”
“He said no such thing.”
“He wouldn't. I know him. He's too nice a guy deep down to do that. He'll let you down gently but you're not for him. He might have thought you were at first, but where is he now?”
“I don't know.”
“Exactly.”
She has a point. Is that why he took off this morning? Am I just not good enough? Good enough to bed but not to be his fiancée, except as a fake? That's my whole life growing up, fake house, fake Dad, fake leather on my feet. I'll never be like him, like Alice. Not that I want to be anything like Alice. I'd rather be Corinna from the trailer park.
“Anyway I wouldn't worry about it if you break up. Sooner now than after you're married.