Chapter 10: Lorenzo

After a brief pause and then walking away from me, she finally asked the question I waited to hear when I walked in—5 minutes ago.

"Why are you here?" She finally managed to grit out. I want to put him and everything in his life behind me and just move on to bigger things.

"You didn't pick up your phone."

"It's broken," so I pick up my phone and dial her number, and how ironic... it doesn't even light up, but she put the phone down as soon as I got here.

"Hmm. Did you block my number?" I ask with a smile on my face. I know she must hate me right now, but she doesn't want to shout. I can see the purple bags under her eyes and the fact that she's lost weight in the 10 weeks that I haven't seen her.

"Yes. I blocked your number, you moron. And yes, I'd like for you to leave now," she says, but sways on her feet. I know she didn't drink much at the party, but has she been drinking on her own?

I head into her kitchen to look for a glass, which I find on her draining board along with a sh*t