Chapter 10
I found myself alone at my apartment a while later, a bucket of ice cream in front of me, mega-spoon in hand, post-much-needed-shower and cry. I was depressed. I couldn’t count on my boyfriend, the turncoat, and so I turned to my one true friend: chocolate chocolate-chip from a certain hard to pronounce confectioner with a penchant for umlauts.
What was I to do now? Did I save them all, turn them all in, walk away from this mess? None of the above seemed the obvious answer, but how could I do none of them? Saving them would prove next to near impossible and most certainly dangerous. Turning them in would be totally impossible, even though they all betrayed me. And walking away would, more than likely, come back to haunt me. Heck, the whole thing was haunting me as it was. Casp
