20
Sutton
Jason cried in the other room.
I picked my head up from my pillow and ambled down the hallway. He was sitting up on the couch, looking around, confused, as if he wasn’t quite sure why he’d taken a nap. I felt grateful that he had.
That conversation with David had been…awful.
I definitely had not wanted Jason awake for that. Or for all the tears I’d had. One horrible conversation had probably been enough for a day, but I’d gone and f****d it up with the second.
Jesus, am I purposely forcing everyone out of my life at this point?
How had everything spiraled so far out of my control?
David and I had been happy. He’d said that. It was true. We had been happy.
Happiness felt like trying to hold on to sand. All you did was watch it slip through your fingers.
“Morning, sleepyh
