Chapter Nineteen
Madison
After Graham left, I tried to shake my negativity loose. My insecurities felt like crabs in a bucket as far as winning the battle of what I should be feeling bad about this morning. Underneath the familiar negativity was this teeny, tiny voice trying to point out that it sure seemed like Graham had liked being with me. Maybe it was okay. Maybe I didn’t need to be irrational about him not wanting anyone to know about us.
It wasn’t as if I had gone into last night thinking it was something special. Definitely not. I hated how bad I was at being casual.
Wilbur let out a sharp bark. I was standing in the kitchen with my hand resting on the counter while I stared out the window at nothing. Leaning down, I scratched behind his ears. “You’re right. I need to focus.”
