Hopefully. My appointment with Mrs. Potter is tomorrow and I’m a nervous wreck. Sitting at home, trying to find a new place to live, isn’t enough of a distraction. Usually, I would either seek sex, alcohol, or go to sleep. I promised I wouldn’t fall into old habits, though. I grab my phone and text Trace. Me: Can I come over? Please? The one time I need him to immediately respond, he doesn’t! Five tortuous minutes pass before he texts me back. Trace: Come on over. Those three words are as sweet as I love you right now. Things have been moving smoothly with Trace so far. He’ll text me to ask about my day and we talk about nothing in particular for a few hours. I’m supposed to trust him again and fight. Is texting and running to Trace allowing me to do that? As much as I hate to admit it, there’s still a tiny voice in the back of my mind that’s nagging me, whispering that I shouldn’t trust him and place my shattered heart into his hands. The same hands that destroyed it in the first place.
What do You think about Making Me Sane (Sanity Book 2)?
