JESSICA
I’m drunk.
Not just any drunk but the happy type of drunk that chases the guilt away and makes me feel like a butterfly—pretty and free.
I just wish I was demolishing a plate of hot wings with my girls but I’m full from dinner and Odessa is probably asleep considering its almost 2am.
“Holly!” I beam when she comes running to me instead of Mr. Grumpy, who mind you hasn’t said a word to me in hours. “Hi baby, hello.”
I lean down to pat her head and like a true golden retriever, she excitedly jumps and plays with me.
“Holly bed.” Dr Grumpy pats his lap and she walks away whimpering.
“Meanie.” I grumble.
“What was that?” Dr Henry throws his jacket on the couch I stumble on and undoes his cuffs.
He rolls the sleeves of his shirt up the same time I fumble with the clasp of
