I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to face any of them. I’d fallen in love with my best friend, but I couldn’t have him. I didn’t want anyone to see how fucking bad it hurt. I can’t be angry with anyone but myself. I know Johnny better than anyone else, and yet I still let myself fall down the rabbit hole. All those girls whose heart’s he broke, the very ones I held, I know what it feels like now. God, no wonder they were so fucking hysterical and heart-sore. I snuck into my apartment through the courtyard at nine that morning. Johnny had taped a note to my door. Noe, It’s not what you think. Please call me back. I love you. Johnny I didn’t call him back. I took care of a few business matters and followed up with some clients concerning designs they had requested. It was then that I found an email from a potential new client. It was a gift. This new client was referred to me by someone I’d worked with at Kohler & Kohler, which was odd, but I didn’t have the energy to question it.
