JJ
By the time I unlocked the front door Wednesday morning, I was already exhausted.
Not physically.
At least not entirely.
The physical part was easier to explain.
A heavy layer of numbing cream sat beneath my softest extra baggy sweats, doing its best to dull the constant ache every time I moved. Walking wasn't too bad. Standing wasn't terrible. Sitting was still a nightmare.
Havoc will probably have something to say about me swearing sweats but I needed something soft and forgiving to wear today. So up-styled them as best I could with a cute crop top that hit the top of the waistband, a couple of belts buckled loose to just hang on my hips, and my platform boots.
Monday night had gone exactly the way I'd known it would the second Havoc stumbled through the front door drunk.
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