Chapter Twenty-ThreeThe Shark leads me down the right lane of morning rush hour traffic, and there are no additional texts to give me any indication of what Follow me means. During these last couple of minutes, I’ve managed to slingshot my emotions into a dimension that hasn’t been visited in quite some time. The rush of excitement has me giddy and is causing a moderate case of the shakes. I feel alive, more alive than I’ve felt in the last several years.
But, even a surreal, panty-dropping awakening such as this isn’t exempt from the ever-lasting grip of Big Mama and her oppressive ways. A quick lightening strike of responsibility gently tugs me aside from my newly recovered, oh-how-I’ve-missed-it-so happy place. Grabbing at my phone, I carefully tap out a quick message to Big Mama and S
