87. Restraining order

George Galanti

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It had been weeks.

Abigail said she was going to call when she was ready. I had thought it would take a few days for her to be ready or at least, a week. I didn’t know I still wouldn’t be hearing from her three weeks later.

She didn’t take my calls. She didn’t let me see her and I was beginning to think it was a problem other than the stuff with Enrico. Speaking of Enrico, I had to terminate our contract and he didn’t like that, but I didn’t care.

Abigail wanted me to be a good person. I knew just as much as she did that I wasn’t going to automatically become a good person, but I had to try for her. I really didn’t want to lose her and it seemed like she was already slipping through my fingers.

Our relationship over the months hadn’t been the best. We went from casual fucking to fighting to getting her pregnant and getting married because of her pregnancy. Even if I was happy to marry her, it didn’t change the fact that we didn’t marry under normal circumstances. T