I had some serious ass kissing to do and would probably do it better without a baby. Maybe. Or I was just using Josie as an excuse to prolong the ass kissing. I should have called Adam before to apologize and let him know that he was wrong about everything. He is more than good enough for me; it’s me who’s lacking. I should have called, but I hadn’t thought Adam would drink himself incompetent. He’s the strong one. I let myself into his condo, and after a quick look around, notice the balcony door is open. His favorite tumbler glass is shattered by the wall, and the sight of it turns my stomach. I entwine my fingers together and press them against my beating heart as I make my way out to him. He looks almost peaceful with his head arched back on his chair, except for the constant swearing coming out of his mouth. His name sticks in the back of my throat, so I just reach down and take the bottle of whiskey that is resting in his lap.
