Ryan
It’d been over a week; a week since Anne stopped me from going home and I’d been sleeping in a motel, a week since my drunken exploration with that mystery woman, a week since Ciara and I got divorced.
A lot had happened in this one week and one of them was my credit card being maxed out which I’m just realizing.
“What do you mean?” I questioned the café owner of the coffee shop. We’d just had another successful business growth and I’d decided to take my teammates and I for a lunch break; coffee and cake.
But now, there seems to be a problem. After I’d handed the café owner my credit card to make payments for the refreshment, she’s telling me---
“Your card’s been maxed out sir”
Maxed out? How? Hell, how could 4500$ have left my account in a week? It couldn’t be from paying fo
