(Dean)
In attempt to escape the nerve-wracking feelings, work had become my go-to, well even so more than usual.
It's been roughly eight months since Bella signed the divorce papers and disappeared. And just like that I've spent the past months isolating from my social life and a little from the world.
"Can you put down that laptop for a moment, Dean. You've turned to a workaholic," Ethan says as he stepped into my living room.
I don't reply him, I keep my eyes glued to my laptop, typing away.
Ethan pours himself a drink and comes right back. "It's weekend, man. And you're still working your ass off," he teased.
I pause a little, giving him a death stare but Ethan knows me more than anyone else.
He furrows his eyebrows at me, this time he isn't about teasing me, he has this concern
