All I had wished for at this moment was to slip into a pair of my pajamas and place this night behind me, whether the morning would bring more problems or the continuation of those begun on this day, I decided to keep it in the back of my mind while returning into the center of the living room. But as I would pass the kitchen in order to get from the living room to the hall that led to my bedroom, reluctantly shared with Xander, I would hear my name summoned by the most unexpected of voices.
“Josephine?!” Morgan would call out to me as if we were old friends reconnecting at some bar. For a moment, I would stand in the doorway in shock before watching her extend a glass of wine in my direction by sliding its base towards me. Of course, my mind would leap for the dramatics such as having d
