It had been one week since Troy had walked out. Four days since she'd bothered to listen to any of his messages. Seven days of being in a f****d-up depressed state. And she wasn't even sure how long it had been since she'd last contacted her shop.
He had lied when he said he'd call her the next day. He hadn't. By then she had been ready to talk to him. She was lonely, afraid and she missed him even though she was pissed as hell at him for being in Connecticut. But he didn't call. She got calls from doctors asking questions about him, she had even gotten a call from some old lady that said she was his mother. She had sounded as flaky as him and Juicy had only listened to her recorded message without ever speaking to her. After all, what could she say when asked how was she doing wh
