By the middle of next week, I was a mess. The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that I had bills to pay, and the furry little charges that brightened my days. I knew I’d hurt Sheldon, and what did it say about me that I’d acted like a little whiny b***h? I was an embarrassment to men everywhere. Jesus.
Trixie had texted me all weekend, and then she tried calling when I ignored her. I let her go to voice mail. Despite her creative threats of bodily harm, I knew she wouldn’t really push too far. Sid wouldn’t let her.
I finally texted her Wednesday afternoon to say I was okay, stop worrying, and I would talk to her when I was ready. She grudgingly let me get away with that.
By the end of the day, I was exhausted. I drove home, deciding to go straight to bed since I was too ti
