Chapter 22
It's confirmed. Abigail is a chatterbox.
She's been talking non stop for the past four hours, I joke not. From the time she stepped into the room at eight in the morning and woke me up till way after the physical therapist left, she had been yapping non- f*****g stop.
It was presently brunch time, and she was still talking about some guy she met at the supermarket. And get this, most of it was on auto-repeat.
I mean I loved her and all, but I just wanted her to shut the f**k up for once. For some weird reason, she seemed to be in a real chipper mood today. Unfortunately for her, I wasn't in the mood for aimless chit-chat. The only thing that kept running through my mind was how I would do the work Alex gave me.
It seemed I had fallen into a trap, one which I put myself i
