“I’m going to see Riven in a week and I shouldn’t freak out,” I chant as I pace my apartment. After the call with my mom ended, I showered and ate something other than a Kit Kat.
With extreme satisfaction, I took a pre-made dinner out of the freezer and stuck it in the microwave. To spite us both, I’ve refused to cook any of the delicious recipes Riven taught me at the cabin.
Exhaustion hit me soon afterward and I went to bed, pointlessly hoping to sleep off the book and the wedding announcement. But after hours of tossing under the sheets, trying not to think about Riven and only thinking about Riven, I’m still exhausted and another day has started.
That man has robbed me of sleep, of sanity, and of my natural hair color. Monster.
In just a few days, we’re going to be face to face, fo
