She was determined not to allow herself to wallow in self pity. She walked to the bathroom to blow her nose and wipe her face. She made herself stare at the lonely bed for a full minute without crying. Then she quickly stripped her clothes and turned the water on in the shower. Maybe she could wash away the despair that clung to her. When she returned to the living room, clad in clean pajamas and warm socks, she checked her phone and saw that she had a few new texts from Hunter. Hunter: I feel like an ass for waiting this long. But I am sorry for losing my temper. Hunter: Found some of your stuff in the car. Can I call you? Amber bit her lip and then quickly typed her response before she could change her mind. Amber: Yes Hunter must have been sitting by his phone because her phone rang an instant later. “That was quick,” she said as a greeting.
