“He…?”“Let me talk to her,” says a familiar male voice on the other end of the phone.I know that voice. Intimately.“Miles…?” I ask.Cynthia sighs. “He wants to talk to you.”“Cynthia, I don’t know if –”Something on her end of the phone clicks. “You’re on speakerphone,” Cynthia says.I immediatel
A chill starts from within Miles and slowly spreads outward, stretching down his legs and arms until it reaches the tips of his fingers and toes. He’s cold and numb. Even his mind goes very quiet and still, which is odd for him. He’s usually always thinking, always planning.Right now, he feels like
“Miles isn’t here,” I say and immediately try to shut the door.“Esther, please. I know Miles isn’t here.” Selena grabs the door before I can close it and pushes against it. I could still shut her out if I pushed hard enough, but I’m not sure I have that in me right now.My disappointment at seeing
I’m not offended, though it does seem strange. Miles is so handsome and charming, it’s difficult to believe that he’s not, at least in part, everyone’s type.Maybe I’m just biased.“He called me a couple weeks back, and said he needed a favor. He said, in return, I’d get lots of eyeballs on my cause
I could be with Miles right now. That thought runs through my head again and again on a loop all night long, keeping me from sleeping for more than a few stolen moments out of sheer exhaustion.I could be with Miles right now, but I would have to hide in the shadows again. I’d have to give up Hugo.
Over the next few evenings of me being home alone without the girls, I take to spending most of my time job hunting. As both of my recent previous jobs have sort of fallen right into my lap, it takes me some time to accustom myself with the job hunting tools necessary for this task.Some of the webs
Taking Kimberly’s advice, as soon as I go home, I eat and then head to bed. I’ve been truly running on empty all day so it doesn’t take me long to fall fast asleep.When I wake up the next morning, I feel refreshed and ready for the day’s challenges. I still don’t know where my article could have go
Did I push the wrong name on the contact list? Or had I subconsciously gone for the person I knew would provide me the most comfort?I should have called Cynthia or Hugo, but I didn’t. My heart made the choice for me.“I’m sorry to bother you, Miles…”“It’s not bother. You can always call me wheneve