CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Dammit.”
She’d gotten over her mad by the time she’d walked into her apartment, but she figured she’d give him space for a day or two, let him get back from meeting with Phil and the lawyers, before she called and apologized.
Now she faced the prospect of leaving her fifth voicemail for Donny in three days. She’d tried texting, too. No answer from him, at all, which wasn’t like him. Her shoulders slumped. Man, I really screwed up, she thought bitterly, eyes welling. He needed me, and I was a coldhearted selfish b***h.
She left her message, asking again for forgiveness, asking again for him to please call and at least let her know he was okay. She sighed heavily and started to put her cell phone back into her purse.
And then, she noticed it.
Her notebook didn’t look
