I’ve been staying at Judy’s apartment for three days.
Three days of barely sleeping. Three days of my friends tiptoeing around me like I might break. The entire time, I stared at my engagement ring and wondered why I still hadn’t taken it off.
I finally turned my phone back on yesterday.
Fifty three missed calls from Nathan.
Dozens of texts, apologies, desperation and everything in between.
I read them all and didn’t respond to any of them. If he had given me space like I asked, none of this would have happened.
The messages went on and on, each one longer than the last.
But it was the last message that grabbed my attention;
“I know what I did. And I know what Enzo said. But please, can we just talk?”
“Hey,” Judy said, walking into the living room with coffee. “You okay?”
I look
