Chapter Twenty-Two
LISA
For the first time ever, I skip my online classes. I sit in bed letting Polly hold my finger as the tears flow and flow. Six years ago I was angry and hurt. This is so much worse. I'm drowning in heartache, and I have to figure out how to move forward. For myself. For Polly. I refuse to let this break me.
When Polly's finished this latest round of nursing and changing, I head downstairs, still in my robe, and bouncing her on my hip. I'm ready to hit the grinder on the coffee beans when I remember what Owen said about caffeine. Do I even have anything herbal? I grimace at the thought of living off liquid twigs and leaves until Polly grows out of this, but I'll do it. I tear apart my cupboards, but the only tea I find is a sachet of Earl Grey. I regret not letting
