Nora
I want to murder Leo.
We exchanged phone numbers before I left the house, and now the bastard is teasing me over texts. Rebecca is trying on new clothes, and I'm sitting on a couch, glaring down at my screen.
Leo is my only focus.
I wish I could put down my phone even for a minute, but I'm clutching it like it's my lifeline.
I'm surrounded by mirrors. People are walking by, and mothers are testing clothes on their kids, but I ain't paying them the time of day. I'm too invested in my text messages.
There are so many sent from Leo...
Husband: William came over with some of your stuff, and I'm currently flipping through your diary.
Husband: I didn't mean to do it, but it fell on the floor, and a juicy page was open.
Husband: Totally not reading it...
Husband: Oh-my-god, y
