It was the night before the wedding and I was sitting on the couch watching TV alone, trying not to lose my s**t. Everything hurt. It didn't help that Stacy had spent most of the last three days either with Tessa and Tony or making preparations for Jeff to receive the intel he needed to audit Don Angelo's favorite company. All while I was being babysat, courtesy of Stacy and Jeff. A squad car was parked out front. When I did go out, they followed.
She said she was working on something with Tessa and Tony to strengthen her bluff, like that was enough to excuse her absence when she might be walking out of my life tomorrow. It already felt like she was gone.
"Hey," she said into my ear, startling me. "I'm home. Want to hang out?"
I was so in my own head, I didn't even hear her come through
