Chapter 9Macy held two large coffees in her hands. One was black and bitter, the other a mocha with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles, Harper’s favorite.
Macy had drunk like an alcoholic fish for nearly the entire weekend. The shock of it all was still seared into her skin. She’d been in the orbit of the only person she’d ever loved for years, and she’d had no idea. It all seemed like a cruel cosmic joke that she’d been too bitter and short sighted to figure out. In recent months, the two really had gotten along well in real life. Their lunch dates between colleagues could have blossomed into something more, if Macy hadn’t f****d everything up.
Between her bouts of copious drinking, Macy had attempted to make some sort of plan. Yes, this was all unexpected, but it didn’t mean everyth
