I woke up Saturday morning feeling a new energy humming just beneath my skin. Connor and I had called it a night close to around midnight. We had spent several hours talking about his sister and some of our shared interests. He had successfully chased away my anger and pain at the revelations Emily had shared. At least until I was in bed, and the silence had me replaying what Emily had told me.
My dreams had been fraught with different scenarios between Emily and Eric, and I woke up eager to dispel the images from my mind. After sneaking upstairs to brew my coffee, I decided that straightening up my living space was the best use of my energy. I attacked the lower level with a fierceness that surprised even me. It was as if I had convinced myself that by cleaning the house, I would be cle
