Chapter 4
My life with Sheridan Dees is complicated.
Was. We no longer talk.
Until now.
Goddamn it!
I feel my shoulders stiffen, as my thoughts backpedal to a place of unhappy times between the two of us.
Think of a roller coaster teetering on the edge of its metal tracks, or someone standing on the precipice of a steep mountain and staring down hundreds of feet to the infinite bottom, ready to jump.
That sums up our entire existence.
Tension. Anxieties.
On again/off again love is tricky and dangerous and uncertain.
Complicated. That word again.
He pushes past me into my apartment.
I watch him roam my place like a lost spirit, unspeaking. He stares out the balcony window, his back to me, his hoodie still pulled up over his head and face.
The soles of his sneakers are damp with
