Chapter One-Zero-Two: Coward

'Westerfield, 10th Avenue.'

My hand caresses the paper left on my coffee table for the nth time.

My plan had been to return with security to kick Vivian out, but she and her 'child' were gone by the time the team and I came back; the only thing left had been the note with an address and the smell of piss on one of the couches—a couch that I will need to replace before I check out.

Perhaps I should have opted for an apartment.

I need a shower, desperately.

My centre is moist, and my gown smells of cinnamon and whisky, but the most unfortunate thing about the night, other than the pee-smelling room, is that my heat has settled.

My heat settling means that I can think more clearly and feel more deeply. Emphasis on the ‘feel’ because I just had sex with a married man whose wife was on her knees pleading in my apartment not too long before.

I never thought I could detest my reflection in the mirror more than I already do.

I cannot believe that I have become a version of Elaine, perhaps a t