I slept with a heavy heart and woke up with one. Yesterday had been too emotionally demanding, and I'd do anything else but crawl out of bed. It seemed to suck me in deeper despite how aware of it I was.
Gerald hadn't said anything to me since yesterday, and I didn't know if I should be grateful for that, or lean towards the part of me that was genuinely worried. Why did I have to worry when I'd done nothing wrong? I got out of bed and headed downstairs in the hopes of seeing him, but he must have had other plans, literally.
I was home, roaming the huge house disappointedly. Was this what I'd reduced to? A fuming mess all because of a man? I hissed and headed to the coffee table; then the doorbell rang, and my heart skipped a beat.
Another appearance of Gerald's mother and I might go nu
