10
The new morning sun stole into the room through the small rips and tears in the curtain, splattering the wall with dots. Rand slept on one side of the lumpy bed, softly snoring as if he didn’t have a care in the world. And I was on the other side, not sleeping at all, with all the worries and no clue how to fix anything.
Today was the day. Annie would be in court, and I’d be . . . hell, I had no idea where we were. Maybe there was a phone book around somewhere, I thought peeking into the nightstand drawer.
No phonebook. Just a Bible and a forgotten packet of condoms.
Closing the drawer, I resumed staring at the ceiling. My phone was laying silently beside me, still powered off. There were so many times I had wanted to turn it on and call Brett. There had to be an explanation. What I
