Chapter Seventeen

 

Early May

 

It was becoming a thing. An indecent, attention-seeking whore of a thing. As needy as a drug addict searching for their next hit.

And when it struck it destroyed all the happiness in my heart, especially when Richard was already a day late. I’d expected him on Friday night, like usual, but work had its hooks in him, unrelenting.

I no longer felt comfortable telling him everything that was going on because he stopped being as open in conversation.

“Shit blew up, and I’m sitting here volleying emails with my bag sitting next to me trying not to break my laptop,” Richard said. The edge in his voice told me how pissed he was without the matching words.

“Well, crap.” I rubbed at the space between my eyes in an attempt to ward off the headache that was coming on, mostly due to the agitation of work taking over again.

Work was the one thing that demanded his attention, that snapped its non-existent fingers and made him jump. I couldn’t even get him to come with