Clark

I nearly hit two cars on the way home. I was so fucking excited, I didn’t even realize that everyone on her bus had left.

When she called me last week, I was down.

Real down. Amber’s a great housekeeper and all that. She’s taking care of me, given me everything I needed. Her husband was killed in a hit-and-run accident. Getting out of the city and selling all her belongings to live with me seemed to help heal her.

It was great having a woman with me, who didn’t judge me or make me want to get lost in my work. I’d earned more money than I needed in a lifetime, enough not only for me, but for my child.

I wanted to reach out to Olivia, but then my dad died, and I ran back into my shell, the destructive part of me again. The part I didn’t even know existed until I’d been humiliated not only once, but twice by my ex, Stephanie.

I stood watching her, studying and wondering if God sent her to me as a sign. Olivia rang saying that she had no where to stay during the summer because the pen