I want to crawl into a hole. I want to burst into tears and curl up into the fetal position, and just…pass away. What the hell has gotten into me lately? I can’t believe my mistake; I must be losing it. What, just because Daniel and Derek both have names that start with D, I sent the message to
“Sorry, I’m not in the right state to be dating right now. You’re a good person. I hope you understand. :) –Es” I hit send, and I let my phone sit on my desk for a second before I start returning to my work. To my surprise, however, Daniel unexpectedly calls me very quickly. I hesitate but slowl
“What the hell? Why can’t you represent me? Do you think I can’t afford to pay you because I assure you that you’re well within my budget.” I feel blind-sighted at this wrench being thrown into the system. Why are they denying me after just one conversation? “It’s not that,” the older gentleman
“Come see for yourself, Esme,” he sneers, opening the door wider to join them in the house. Disgusted, I brush past the two of them into the house I’d put years into. Immediately I see a change; my old study I’d spent hours working in has already been turned into a hot-pink nursery. “Wow, couldn
“I am a divorce lawyer, yes,” Daniel says as he bites into his hamburger. We’re sitting in the middle of a restaurant during the dinner rush, having this conversation after I’ve been stressing all day. Daniel is enjoying his hamburger and fries, but I barely touch my own burger. Anxiety has been m
I blink a few times, looking around to make sure I didn’t dream it. But the noise comes again, and I identify it as the sound of my little neighbors. Tris and Bea. I rub the sleep from my eyes and head to the door to make sure everyone is okay. When I see the sight before me, I can’t help bu
I feel a streak of embarrassment flush my face. God—the things these kids know and notice these days are crazy. And coming from the mouth of a toddler! I never would have imagined Tris knows what breasts are, let alone that her father was looking at mine. “It’s just an adult versus child misunders
Guilt begins to engulf me as I watch Natalie approach me. I know I’ve done nothing wrong, yet here I am, with red cheeks and an alarm going off in my head. Why do I feel as if I’ve been caught red-handed, like a child’s hand in the cookie jar? “What?” I question her. “Oh, I k
I decide to call Detective Mattison, even though it’s a Saturday. I haven’t heard anything still, and now I’m starting to grow more curious and annoyed. “Detective Mattison,” he greets. “Hi, detective, this is Esme Price, the woman who’s divorce and restraining order cases came across your desk
Bea’s party ends up being a nice time. I chat with multiple other adults at the event, mostly the coworkers, and meet the kids running around. The kids sing Happy Birthday to Bea, and she blows out the candles to her pink cake. The presents are also super cute, ranging from stuffed animals to chil
“Me, too.” I look back at Derek, then at his daughter again. “You know what? Your dad has your gift from me. You want to open it now so none of the other kids get jealous?” Bea’s face lights up, and she picks up on my silliness. “Can I, Daddy?” He hands back the bag. “Your birthday, baby. What
“Oh, like drugs,” I tease. “You caught me. Setting up for kid’s birthday party is like crack. I don’t let others watch me, and it gives me the same type of high.” I can’t stop myself from snorting a laugh out. “Didn’t realize how much I missed that.” I’m still smiling, though confused by wha
Bea’s birthday party is happening at the local park of the town. They’ve cornered off a gazebo, with multiple picnic tables under the roof of the area. Presents sit stacked on two of them, taller than any of the kids. Derek and Tris are at the table with the cake and snacks. “Miss Esme!” Tris cr
“This is Esme,” I speak robotically, getting ready for whatever I need to be doing. **** The end of the day finally comes, and I grab everything that I can bring home with me. I want to catch up with everything and put my feet up. Even in these flats, my swelling is still a problem. Not only t
Monday morning, I awake to texts and phone calls all from Ryan. I’d blocked his number, but each message comes from another phone, totaling four different possible burner phones. “Why?” I ask the ceiling as though it’ll answer me. Today I’ll be going back to the office. I’ve grown stir crazy in
This can’t be good for the baby. Next thing I know, I hear ringing in my head. My eyes are super weak, and it’s difficult to crack them open. Well then. I guess I was able sleep after all. It’s bright in the room, and I can tell it’s late morning already. My tired eyes look around, finding my ph
I fall to a thunk on the ground, my hip and butt taking the brunt from falling out of my bed. My eyes are still mostly closed, but I know what’s going on. The nightmares are here once again. I know the cold sweat and the feeling of being clammy. And it seems like it’s all falling back to one thing