I don't understand.
My life went from rom com to horror in five seconds flat.
It started as a romantic afternoon with Luke. We were kissing and reminiscing about our childhoods and Al the ice cream truck driver. Now the only ice cream I see in my future is when I-scream. OK, this is not the time for jokes Millie, I scolded myself.
I may be going crazy. Or I may already be crazy... That would explain so much. I squeezed my eyes shut, counted to three, and opened them again.
Bloody jersey still there.
So I'm not hallucinating. Damn. I was frozen in the hallway. My bag had slipped from my shoulders and landed with a thud next to my feet. This was a real situation. I'm not dreaming, I'm not hallucinating. This is real. My eyes zoned in on the jersey. It was scrunched up and hanging over m
