CHAPTER 8
GIA
Gia circled the living room for the fourth time. She paced the room. Two weeks of training turned into four, but it went by quickly. She had kept herself busy with work. The extra shifts she had picked up kept her far away from Patrick. She needed time to think, and that meant no Patrick. But now Tyler was coming home and on his way here from the airport. Her stomach hurt; she had made a real mess out of things and needed to tell someone. She picked up her cell phone and dialed her friend Trish.
"G? What's up? I can't talk, I'm waiting to get my nails done," Trish said when she answered her phone.
"Trish, I did something bad … real bad ... I need to tell someone …" Gia whined into the phone. She felt so guilty and hoped admitting it to Trish would make her feel better, es
