Stacey
The paper is crumpled and creased, evidence of my anxiety and nerves as I stare at it. The sunlight streaming through the window casts a warm glow on the room, illuminating the cluttered desk and scattered clothes on the floor. I can see my messy hair and dark circles under my eyes from the lack of sleep. Aurora would be here shortly to help me get ready for our girls’ night.
But before any of that could happen, there was one person I needed to see. I knew he would have the answers, and I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. I needed to know the truth. If I was going to have fun tonight or drown my sorrows, I wanted answers. I swung my legs off the bed, keeping the note clutched tightly in my hand as I walked over to the wardrobe looking for something to wear. My ankle was feeling better, so I guess propping it up had helped briefly, at least. Another couple of hours and hopefully it would be good as new.
I found a pair of black gym shorts and a sports bra to put on. It w
