I was exhausted.
I rarely got a full night’s sleep, mostly because I rarely felt the need, and I certainly never went to bed at a decent time. My sleep schedule was nonexistent—calling it a “schedule” would be blatantly incorrect. But tonight, I was so tired, I called Shaun for a lift home from work. I wanted to do nothing for the rest of the evening, and I wanted to go to bed early.
Kate texted me asking why I never called her. I responded with, “I’ll call you tomorrow. Super tired.” I felt guilt for putting her off, but I still wasn’t particularly looking forward to our conversation.
I ordered a pizza and wings for dinner. I hadn’t even changed out of my work clothes yet. On my way into my bedroom to do so, an unfamiliar truck in the process of parking in front of my building caugh
