Chapter Five
Cohen
I wasn’t used to feeling lonely – it wasn’t something I’d often felt in my life. Tonight was a rare occasion for me. Home alone, a glass of Jamison on the rocks in one hand, the television remote in the other, I was just about to plop down on the sofa to binge-watch something that would take my mind off Ember.
My cell rang, and I perked up, hoping it was Ember calling to tell me she’d changed her mind about tomorrow. I’d left my business card with my personal phone number on it on the table in her room to make sure she could call me if she wanted to. When I pulled the phone out of my pocket, disappointment squashed the hope that had so quickly welled up inside of me. “Tanya,” I mumbled and sent the call to voicemail.
I’d seen her a couple of times in the last week. T
