Sally reaches over and takes my hand again. “Let’s talk about something else, then. How are your doggies?”
I smile, and this time it’s a little more genuine. “They’re fine. So happy to have me home.”
“That’s good,” Sally says. “What are you going to do? Will you go back to the Mainland?”
“I have no idea. I need to figure it out,” I tell her. “And then I’ll be fine too.”
“I know you will,” Sally tells me. “Don’t make any knee-jerk decisions. It’s going to take time.”
“Time heals all,” I tell her, even though I’m not sure I believe it.
The crazy thing is that I didn’t feel this bad when things ended with Tim, and I was living with him. We’d been together for years, and yet I didn’t feel this raw…this cut up.
I wish it would go away. I wish I could just turn off all these feelings I have.
47
Grim
The knocking starts up again.
I groan and roll over on the sofa, pulling the cushion over my head. Maybe if I ignore it long enough, whoever it is will just fuck off and leave me alone.
The knocking continues. It’s a persistent fucker. Annoying as hell.
“Go away,” I mutter into the cushion.
I turn back over.
The empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table blocks my view of the door, which suits me just fine since I’m not going to open it.
The knocking stops.
Thank fuck.
I close my eyes, willing sleep to come back. It doesn’t. Whoever it is ruined the moment. Afternoon naps are the best…or is it morning? Who cares? Mid-morning naps are good, too.
Someone walks around my cabin. Now they’re on my deck.
“Grim!” a male voice calls out. “I know you’re in there!”
It’s Drake.
He needs to go away.
I’m not home. Why isn’t he getting the hint?
“Open the damn door!” He bangs on what sounds like one of the side windows.
I don’t move. Don’t respond.
“I can see you through the window, asshole!” Drake shouts. “You’re lying on the sofa. Stop being a dick and open the door.”
Fuck my life.
I should have moved deeper into the jungle. Should have gone somewhere no one could find me. It’s why I chose this spot. To have space. To be left the hell alone.
There’s another knock on my front door, right before it opens.
