Early May
It was becoming a thing. An indecent, attention-seeking w***e of a thing. As needy as a drug addict searching for their next hit.
And when it struck it destroyed all the happiness in my heart, especially when Richard was already a day late. I’d expected him on Friday night, like usual, but work had its hooks in him, unrelenting.
I no longer felt comfortable telling him everything that was going on because he stopped being as open in conversation.
“s**t blew up, and I’m sitting here volleying emails with my bag sitting next to me trying not to break my laptop,” Richard said. The edge in his voice told me how pissed he was without the matching words.
“Well, crap.” I rubbed at the space between my eyes in an attempt to ward off the headache that was coming on, mostly due to the
