Olivia sat curled up on the couch, her legs tucked beneath her and her phone balanced on the armrest. A half-empty bottle of sparkling water and a small box of crackers sat on the coffee table—her pitiful attempt at settling her stomach after a long day of fighting through her withdrawal.
Canceling on Bailey had been harder than she thought. She’d stared at the screen for what felt like forever before finally typing the excuse.
“Babe, I’m so sorry, but I’m feeling awful today. I think it’s something I ate. Rain check?”
She hated lying to Bailey. Even as she typed it, her chest felt tight, guilt gnawing at her. But what could she say? The truth? That she was sitting here like an i***t, waiting for a man who hadn’t even promised to call?
Bailey’s reply had come quickly, full of understan
