Despite being emotionally exhausted, I hadn’t slept well. The places where Darren’s mouth had marked me hadn’t faded much. I reached for anger, but tears and regret flooded me. If only I could do it all differently…maybe Darren wouldn’t have felt the need to push me out of his life. He’d called a few times, but I couldn’t bring myself to hear his voice yet. Time wasn’t mending the wounds very well, but maybe he was right. Maybe we needed a break. I kept remembering the angry way he talked about my relationship with Reilly. Frustration and jealousy seethed beneath the surface of our heated words to each other. He couldn’t really think that I was after anything more with Reilly. He had to know me better. All day my thoughts ran on the same hamster wheel of questioning, doubts, and regret. One day, all of this wouldn’t hurt so damn bad. Reilly barked at me for coffee so I brought him some, and on my way back, I noticed a fat manila folder on Adriana’s desk labeled NYC Youth Arts Initiative.
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