Chapter 41
In true Demi form, instead of facing things head on, I buried my head in work and pretended I was too busy to contemplate my life, which meant a week later Wil was still waiting for my answer. I was barely sleeping at night, waking up with aching muscles, and feeling as if my head had been trapped in a vice-like headache for the past week. Wrestling with all the emotions consumed me in the quiet moments along with the gnawing question that sat at the edge of my mind: Why am I not happy? Isn’t all of this what I wanted?
The only thing I was looking forward to right now was seeing Anna again. I pressed on the doorbell of her apartment Friday night, and it swung open.
‘Oh my God. I’ve missed you. How’s your dad?’ Anna said, attacking me like a cyclone before dragging me inside.
