The week that I had been dreading had soon arrived. Howard’s wedding was set for this week, specifically on Saturday. And it was just the start of the week, but my nerves were already on the edge, just a tiny rift and my temper would explode quickly—it was unusual for me, but I didn’t bother controlling it. Just this week, I thought.
And who was the willing recipient of my outburst? None other than Luther. After our second date, he had been pestering me with his nonstop calls. He would always check up on me and asked the same question over and over again like what was I doing, what have I eaten, etc. For the past weekend, I found it amusing and distracting in a good way. The feeling of emptiness wasn’t as prominent as before. But for the third consecutive day, I’d had enough or maybe bec
