15
ZEKE
I skipped church on Sunday since I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Levi—or Lily again for that matter. But her father had asked me for one last counseling session for the two of them that week. Unable to give a reason to deny his request, I agreed.
Running didn’t empty my mind or exhaust my body, and by Wednesday morning, I crawled out of bed, bleary-eyed.
No f*****g coffee grounds sat in the container.
“Goddamnitalltofuckinghell,” I muttered, slamming cabinets and scowling. I showered quick as f**k and headed to Clyde’s Cafe in dire need of a f*****g triple shot of espresso.
The last thing I felt like doing was going to church early and hanging in my office until my first appointment. I sat at a small table beside the cafe’s front windows instead, sipping and sighing, ig
