Page 98 of Every Broken Promise
Since it was too early for me to bother Rachel, I grabbed a blanket and lay on the couch while I browsed Netflix.
Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick email to Ronnie, letting him know I would take a sick day, but that my article was almostdone and I would be submitting it tomorrow. We had a work app that let us send messages faster, but on some occasions I preferred e-mail. I wasn’t planning on going back to work tomorrow either, but I didn’t say that to him. I might as well make it a long weekend—I mean, who took Thursday off and then went to work on a Friday? That did not sit right with me. At least this way gave me time to wallow, and I could see Lupe tomorrow morning when people were at work. That sounded like a win in my book.
My phone pinged, and my heart accelerated.
Ronnie: Is there anything I can do for you?
What the hell? Why couldn’t he have answered my email? I had his number as well as some others at work, but I never felt the need to use them instead of emailing.
Me: I’m okay. Thank you. I’ll be better next week.
Ronnie: Awesome! We have our trip in one month. :)
Ronnie: If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.
Shit.
I forgot all about that. I didn’t bother with a reply since I didn’t need anything, and I was not looking forward to our trip—better silence than a lie.
Once the sun was up, I got up and groaned as I reached the door. Rachel informed me she’d be spending the night with her man in Sunny Pines, so she wouldn’t be home, and in my emotional state, that almost made me cry.
Fuck it.
If there was ever apan dulce moment, it was today. And I could go ahead and get my story out of the way now and wallow more tomorrow. I was a hot mess, but I didn’t give a fuck. I almost welcomed Sam or anyone else to cross me today because I was feeling bitchy. If she wanted to antagonize me, I would welcome it today. When I got to the town square, I found parking near the crystal shop, which reminded me I still had that stupid aphrodisiac stone in my purse.
I dug around until I found it.
“You are responsible for everything,” I hissed while I held it up toward my face.
“And here I thought I had anger issues,” someone said behind me.
My face instantly heated, but I was still brave enough to crane my neck to see who was talking to me.
“Heeey, girl,” I greeted Luna lamely.
She was rocking a pair of kitten scrubs this time. Her hair was in two Dutch braids, which made me envy her hair. It was thick and lush, and the braids looked beautiful. My thin hair could never.
“I love your hair, you look beautiful,” I blurted.
Her brows just rose a bit higher.
“You’re one of those girls, aren’t you?” Her question was rhetorical, so I waited for her to elaborate. “The ones who get drunk and are telling everyone how much they love them in the girls’ bathroom.”
“I won’t confirm nor deny that,” I simply stated.
She shook her head but did it with a smile. “You going to mymami’sstore?”
“Yes,” I told her as we began to head that way. “I brought my tablet so we can do the interview, and it can go out in the paper this weekend.”
“That fast?” She sounded more amused than questioning.
“I got the layout, and the article is mostly written. My editor already okayed it. I just need to add the interview and have a quick edit, then it will be all set for printing on Saturday.”
“Wow, that’s awesome,” she said. “I can’t wait for it.”
“Oh no, I don’t want to see what it says on the window,” I lamented.
“Divine Corner?” she asked.
