Addison’s P.O.V
I was at work, but I was struggling to concentrate on what I was doing, something that is unusual for me. It was everything that has happened recently that was getting to me. I had not heard from Carson since that goodnight text he sent, telling me he still loves me and wishes I was there with him. When he send that to me, I was tempting to go to him and be with him, but I stopped myself.
“Addison, are you OK?” Chelsea, my work friend, asked.
“Not really,” I sighed.
“I sensed that it isn’t like you to be this distracted,” She said, “What is going on?” She added.
I took a deep breath, deciding to tell her what has been going on. I will leave the part out about Carson being my teacher when I was in high school.
“My old boyfriend showed up—the onl
