She sneezed three times in a row before she'd even gotten out of bed. Falling asleep against the bedframe in the cold had done its damage — her throat was scratchy and her head felt thick.
She showered, got herself together, and was almost out the door when she noticed a sticky note on the table.
Joanna — left breakfast out for you, and a cup of ginger tea. Don't forget to drink it.
She glanced at the table, then walked out without touching any of it.
After work, her colleagues suggested hitting a bar, and she said yes without hesitating. The thought of going home and being alone with him made her stomach turn. She wasn't ready for that yet.
The bar was loud, the music thumping, and she sat curled in a corner of the sofa and drank steadily, glass after glass.
"Joanna, slow down." Ms.
