Another step forward from Derek. He’s maybe five or six feet away from me now, closing in on me. It feels like I’m absolutely suffocating. “Then let me buy you a drink after work. As an apology. From your friend.” Is that what I want from him? Do I want a friendship, or is that too c
“Home sweet home,” I grumble as I slam the front door closed. I let everything in my arms drop to the floor and slowly make my way to the couch to lie down. The utter exhaustion that runs through my veins is enough to face plant down on the soft material without a second thought. After this
“I’m not playing this game any longer. I’m making you dinner, and the only thing I want from you is to find the courage and strength to open up about whatever it is that you’re struggling through.” Rolling my eyes, I respond, “Haven’t we done this enough? Back and forth, round and round, and
Speechless and somewhat curious by his intentions, I do what he says, drinking some of the water as he stands back up and heads to my fridge. To my utter surprise, Derek starts pulling things out and tossing them on my counter. What is he doing right now? Robbing me? It takes about f
After the crying session, I let Derek help me off the floor, bring me to the closest chair at my kitchen table, and settle me back in without a single complaint. It’s quite odd having Derek here, treating me like I’m more than a friend and neighbor. He treats me a lot like a partner may. It’s
He once again doesn’t expect this question, and his smile turns into skepticism, his eyebrow raising as he watches me. “I thought I was the one asking the questions?” Derek’s voice is slightly playful now. I shrug, gripping tighter to the blanket around me. “Humor me.” He return
Derek has put me on immediate time off, a paid vacation for the rest of the week. “No way are you coming back here before I make sure Ken gets fired and I sue Max for their bullshit.” I tried to argue with him when he was leaving my apartment the other day. But he’s been adamant and un
How different will my life become once this baby comes? Will I be able to give the baby everything it needs to be happy? Will I be a good parent who wants to be the best parent I can be? Or is there a chance I’ll struggle to raise the baby and also take care of myself? I don’t want Rya
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