I spend every spare moment replaying the night before, remembering how good it was between us, wondering if we’ll ever be together again. Maybe I should have yelled at him or issued some kind of ultimatum. I could have told him that if he goes to this foolish meeting, he can kiss our relationship goodbye. I’m not sure it would make any difference, though. I can’t make these choices for him. He has to want to change—for himself. My classes keep me occupied until noon. When I’m done for the day, I stop by Kelsea’s dorm room to pick up some stuff for her. Then I go to her dad’s house and help her take a shower before she leaves for her doctor’s appointment. I buy an iced coffee on the way to work. I’m tired and anxious, which isn’t a good combination for a roller-skating waitress, but I manage to do my job without dumping food or drinks on anyone. I take a break after the dinnertime rush and glance at my messages. Earlier this afternoon I asked Kelsea to check up on Eric for me.
