After some hugs and goodbyes, I finally drove off to my house, making a quick stop for ice cream and groceries.
When I got home, I cried myself to sleep, hating the fact that I couldn't even drown my sorrows in a glass of wine or alcohol because of my baby.
It was already late in the evening when I woke up, eyes puffy and sore, to numerous missed calls from Jackson, Rio, and my mother.
I ignored them all.
I sat in front of the TV, numbly watching a sad romcom while spooning ice cream straight from the tub, trying to keep my emotions at bay. But every hour, my emotions got the best of me and I'd break down in tears.
Hours later, Rio showed up, worried, because I hadn't answered my calls and wasn't at work. He came with more supplies, enough to last a week.
"I lost my job
