Chapter 17
DAVID
Eight Weeks Later
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I’M SITTING IN THE piano room trying to work on new music, and like every day, I’m praying today is the day my Ivy comes to visit. The wedding is in two months, and she promised she’d be here. It’s been a year since I’ve been able to hold her in my arms, and I’ve been going crazy. How the hell am I going to do four years like this?
I think about that day on this piano bench when I made love to her and can’t help but smile. I start to get hard, but the sound of Anna’s voice kills my good mood. It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me.
“David, baby, we have the cake tasting today.”
I cringe, the anxiety of having to marry Anna is wearing on me, and my parents have even pointed it out a few times, though it’s the nicer of the conversations I’ve
