Chapter Three
It is a little after seven by the time I get home and eat some instant ramen, too lazy to actually cook anything. I plop down on the couch and find myself staring at my phone. I had told Marina I was going to call Sarah tonight but now that the moment is before me, I find myself nervous at the thought.
You’re being stupid. You called Justin no problem and then went to Jamaica to see him, Jenny. I can’t decide which reason makes me the most nervous for calling Sarah. Maybe because there is a child involved, and I don’t want to come across like a stalker for calling her up and possibly lying about talking to Rich about her.
The truth is that the thought of lying to Sarah about Rich – claiming that maybe he will pay child support and I am meeting with her on his behalf – leav
