Ivy

I’d been in the car for the last twenty minutes. Luckily Hazel was sleeping, and I didn’t know if I should make a move and go to the pre-school. This was the mother of all pre-schools, and they only did tours based on special invitations. Chad and I had managed to get past the screening stage, and I’d been thinking about leaving my job and maybe caring for Hazel full-time. The reality of doing that was beyond me.

I’d spent the last two weeks crying, not only did Chad lie, but he hasn’t even tried to call me. Not once. I haven’t heard from the man. I just got the letter about the pre-school and thought about us when we were filling in the application. We were laughing. Joking about our kids being geniuses if they get into this pre-school. Now, I didn’t know what to think about all of it.

I picked up my phone and decided that I would call Willow. She was my voice of reason, and she would tell me to get the fuck out of here. All this lying just wasn’t worth it.

“Hey Willow,” I smiled