The staples at the back of my head itch, my temples pound a slow, steady beat, and my mind keeps wandering. How did Rob’s therapy appointment go today? Were Rob and I really together? Even if only for a day? How could I forget that? Swirling thought...
Shivers overtake me while trying to stave off a fresh wave of nausea. I reach for my phone to see if Rob texted me with any news on his injury. Nope. Either that means he’s fine, or he was busy texting Dream Girl the rest of the night. I roll out of bed after an intense round of self-deprecation,...