♥ Casey ♥
As much as I loved Amy and Megan, I needed some advice. It wasn't that I was angry at their joy. I was just tired of feeling like I didn’t know where I fitted anymore. I needed advice, but not from someone who was neck deep in wedding plans or baby names. And that was exactly how I ended up at a small co-working space above a coffee shop. This was Jessica's space, and I knew the code. Jessica had given it to me months ago for ‘emergency writing sessions and gossip’. I buzzed in, climbed the stairs, and found her at a corner table. Her laptop was open, headphones around her neck, hair piled on top of her head in a messy knot. A notebook lay open beside her, full of scribbles and arrows. She looked up and grinned.
“You are a sight for sore eyes,” she said. “Sit. Tell me everythi
