Chapter 21
ROSALYN
It’s the first night I stay out all night.
It’s just me, a long cab ride, a late-night drink and the streets of Chicago.
It’s a comforting feeling that has nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with late-night walks.
The entire time I’ve been able to think straight.
For once.
It has left me to my own mind.
Well, almost.
After I walked out of my speech, I spend most of my thinking time uptown at any open bar, pretending the world is still normal and that nothing has happened.
I’m willing to do anything to avoid thinking about the aftermath of my impromptu speech, of what I’ve done to Chris and to myself. But I guess that’s my downfall.
It’s the only explanation for why I find myself sober and alone, phone off, in front of the organic, early morning li
