Chapter SevenI awoke when Terrence shifted his position next to me and realized I needed to take a piss something fierce. He was using the crook of my shoulder as a pillow, and I didn’t want to disturb him, but saw no way out of it. Slowly, carefully, I pulled myself away from him. He woke up, rolling over in bed to look at me.
“What’s happening?” he mumbled, almost incoherently.
“Nothing, Terrence,” I whispered, “I just need to go use the bathroom. Go back to sleep.”
He nestled back into bed and I tip toed into the bathroom, closing the door before I flipped on the light. The relief of emptying my over-filled bladder washed over me as I aimed the stream at its target. Afterward, I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. A lot had changed overnight.
I was still too angry ab
