“Thanks for being here, Charley. I really appreciate it.” Deciding to let down my guard, I confess, “I just need to move on. My heart still aches…” Will I ever stop hurting? “I’m a mess, I know that, but that’s why I moved here. To work on myself and to start over.” Away from memories I wish I could forget, I silently add. “You being here helps.”
I’m in the midst of tossing back the vodka when I see her eyes widen as she stares over my shoulder. “What?” I screech, sweeping my shoulder frantically, afraid a spider is crawling all over me. A shiver spreads like wildfire. Why can’t I brush the feeling that someone is always standing behind me?
“Who is that?”
“Who is who?” I ask, confused.
“That,” she replies, pointing behind me and pulling at her glossy bottom lip.
I have no idea what ha
