Amy
I pulled my jacket tighter as I stepped out, exhausted and still thinking about the stupid scene. I walk out after fighting with my every last nerve not to talk to him.
Zack leaned against the hood of his car like he had every right to be there. My chest tightened.
“Rough shift?” I froze at the sound of his voice.
“Seems you love drinking here?” I asked not sparing him a single glance.
He straightened, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Just checking in. How have you been holding up?”
I almost laughed.The question pressed against a bruise I’d been ignoring. I thought of Dad’s cast, the bills piling up, the way Zim watched me when I came home too tired to talk. I've been Tired. Broke. Stretched thin until I felt like snapping. But none of that was something I’d ever tell him.
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