Chapter 8
Allen
I spend the two days leading up to meeting Brielle Cerver consumed with a dark, brooding self-loathing that not even Grant's sincere "You know I’m here for you, right?" can overcome.
Seeing the realtor's picture Wednesday night reopened an abyss of heartache for me, and it felt like Mary's death happened only yesterday. And that was immediately followed by guilt - earned or not - because I have never gotten over losing Mary, and part of me feels like even thinking about another woman is a severe betrayal.
I hate myself for every thought I have had so far about Brielle Cerver, no matter what the Mary in my dreams tries to tell me, and I am determined as hell to keep the woman with the smokey voice at arm's length.
In fact, I consider calling her back on Friday evening t
