My phone rings for the hundredth time today. Letty's name flashes across the screen, but like all those other times, I ignore her calls. She’s been trying to reach me since yesterday.
I’m not in the right frame of mind to talk to her. She’s still connected to the world and the people I desperately want to stay away from, leaving me at a crossroads.
“Give me another,” I tell the bartender as my phone finally stops ringing.
Today is my birthday, and this is how I’m celebrating: alone in a bar, sipping on some fruity concoction, still reeling from Rowan’s vile words.
I’ve tried so hard to push those thoughts away, to forget every single word he threw at me, but it’s impossible. They’re imprinted in my mind like a damn tattoo.
We’ve been married for years, yet it never crossed my mind tha
