Nara’s POV
The second Nick left for the hospital, I stared at the front door for a good thirty seconds, contemplating my life. Then, like the true queen I am, I sighed dramatically, plopped myself back on the dinning table, and picked up my fork.
I mean — what was the use starving myself over a man? Over any man. Especially one with that dumb crooked smile and habit of making me feel like the bad guy in a story I didn’t even write. No ma’am, not today.
I was halfway through my pasta when I reached for my phone, intending to scroll through i********: and distract myself with other people’s filtered perfection.
That’s when my phone rang.
I jumped, nearly knocking over my glass of wine. The screen lit up.
Dad.
My face lit up like a Christmas tree. I hadn’t spoken to him in weeks.
“Dad
