Chapter 18One week bled into the next, and the next thing I knew, three had passed, it was the middle of May, and Wills still hadn’t called. And maybe I’d been correct at the beginning of the year: 2002 sucked canal water.
I lost my temper and left another message. “All right, fine. You don’t want to talk to me, I don’t care! I don’t need…” I faltered to a halt when I realized he was exactly what I needed. “Ah, f**k, Wills. Call me! Please?”
I began to worry. Well, even more than I had been. Was he cutting me out of his life? Had f*****g me made him realize there had been so many other men who had? Did he think of me as cheap, as a w***e?
But that’s just what you are, a voice in the back of my mind whispered maliciously. It’s what you’ve always been. Franky must have known it just by lo
