Seven
Jed and I are walking back to my place from Wong’s.
Tallulah, Jed’s ancient, beaten-up old Gemini, is “resting” in the Wong’s car park and, since it’s Boxing Day (and also nearly midnight), there are no buses. Luckily, Wong’s is only a half-hour walk from home, so I’m not hating Jed too much.
I’m too busy hating myself.
“It’s not helping,” I mutter.
“Talking about Viggo?”
I nod. “It’s just making me think about him more and how much I miss him and how badly I stuffed up.”
“Was what you did really so bad?”
I nod mutely.
My body is exploding with the pain of it. Everything inside of me aches for Viggo.
“Connie?” Jed reaches out to touch me and I flinch instinctively away.
I place a protective hand on my ribs. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I miss him so much. And at the same time,
