Chapter Twenty-TwoJenna
After my weekend spent with Emmett, it’s back to reality. My eyes are only slightly puffy from my sob-fest last night, and thankfully Britt doesn’t seem to notice. I’ve been staring at my computer screen for the last hour, trying to work up the courage for what I know I need to do.
Slowly, my stomach churning, I dial the number that that prick Ronald left me at the bottom of all his relentless emails and letters. After months of refusing to dignify his offer with a response, I can’t deny the truth any longer. My little store is failing. It’s been two years and I’ve barely kept my head above water, let alone grown the Lit Apothecary into a successful business.
In another universe, I might keep fighting until my last dollar evaporates. But here and now, with a baby
