David
My head is pounding. The dull, relentless throb at my temples reminds me of the whiskey I drowned myself in last night, hoping—stupidly—that it would numb the ache in my chest. It didn’t. It never does. The moment I woke up, my first instinct was to check my phone, half-expecting a message from her. But of course, there was nothing. Laura made herself clear. She didn’t care.
I rake a hand through my disheveled hair and exhale sharply before pressing the call button.
Yvonne picks up after two rings.
“Hello?” Her voice is light, amused.
I grunt. “You free today?”
There’s a pause before she bursts into laughter. “Oh my God. What happened to your voice? Did you get hit by a truck, or did you just drink your soul out?”
I rub my forehead, irritation prickling at me. “Something like
