22
Sutton
“Here you go,” I muttered. I passed a cupcake to my customer. “Have a nice day.”
The girl gave me a half-smile that was more like a grimace and then hurried away.
“Your people skills are seriously lacking today, sister,” Annie said from where she was seated on a raspberry-colored barstool.
I shrugged. It wasn’t just my people skills. It was everything.
I felt like I’d been hit by a truck. I had known that severing my ties with David would hurt. I’d anticipated that. But I hadn’t expected to feel like I had lost a limb. Like I was slogging through quicksand, trying to claw my way out and only making it worse with every step. I hadn’t eaten. I’d barely slept. I was a walking zombie.
“You going to talk to me about it?”
“No.” I went about wiping down the counter. It was about
