Chapter 58
AlexaAdam kept his physical distance, but his presence dogged me through dozens of phone calls and text messages. I ignored him for three more days before replying simply via text message that I needed more time.
Adam: I can come over and cook dinner.
Me: No. Don’t come over. We can talk next weekend.
I couldn’t sort through the jumble in my head and my heart with Adam smothering me with demands for communication.
On Monday, after training back-to-back all afternoon, I skipped out on work and picked up an industrial-sized bag of Skittles and a bottle of vodka. I didn’t often indulge my desire to pig out and check out, but tonight, this seemed like the perfect recipe.
I came up my street with the music blasting enough to force out my persistent anxious thoughts. Just when I
