Page 22 of David's Love

I need to take it one step at a time. But frankly, this doesn’t look good. I won’t be able to meet David, talk to him, or have virtual sex with him if she is with me all the time.

What a horrible friend I am.

I might need to tell her about him.

But I don’t want to.

I don’t want her to get involved in this. Things were all right in the past.

We went out, had fun, and commiserated over a pint of ice cream.

But this is different, and it requires my entire focus. David is not one of the guys I used to hang out with.

My chest hurts. But there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t stop her from doing what she wants without telling her about my life, which is out of the question.

So I’ll wing it.

Hopefully, something else catches her fancy soon, and she’ll go chasing that shiny object.

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ELIZABETH

Thursday Evening

I’m spent.

This has been one of the most intense, longest weeks of my life, and it’s not even over yet.

My old car sits in front of my place.

My new ride sits around the corner.

I used my old car these past few days because… Well, I went to school, and Chloe was there to have lunch with me. And then, I went to work, and it made no sense to come home and pick up my new ride.

She has settled into her old routine.

Well, almost.

Her new routine doesn’t include going to school, which is odd if you ask me.

But she loves it––that’s what she says, and every time she does that, she gets me worried.

Wrapping my fingers around my cup of tea, I sigh.

My eyes are trained on the window. I wish we had some fresh snow. Some flurries came down the other day, but it was all gone in the evening.

I love it when it snows.

Things get quiet, and right now, I need a lot of silence.

She got the job.

Yes, she did.

Maggie was thrilled to have some help during the holiday season. And why not start working now? Right?

She’ll start tomorrow.

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