CHAPTER 38: Puffy eyes

MILES:

I couldn't admit to myself that I was struggling to get a good night's sleep. That familiar feeling of restlessness had crept back, and as Saturday slowly unfolded, my heart felt bitter, sad, and unsettled. I hated this recurring emotion that had plagued me before, but I couldn't pinpoint the reason. This inconvenience had pushed me out of bed, and I thought distracting myself with a run might help until I learned of Meredith's absence.

Today, I desperately wanted to have her within my sight. It was more than just making sure she showed up for the birthday party. I craved her presence, an unreasonable desire that had consumed me. I couldn't explain why Meredith had become my problem when the women I dated never received this level of attention and concern from me. The only person who bothered me was myself.

She eventually gave in to my seriousness, and I grabbed the keys to the Mercedes-Benz. Aside from her occasional glares, the ride was silent. The farther we ventured from