Sandra
I left home not long a bit early, about an hour after I had a late breakfast. It meant I would have to skip lunch and replace it with an early dinner, but I just really wanted to see Carl again. I hadn't seen him since he'd left my house on Sunday, and even though it was only a bit over a day ago, I missed him.
In too deep, a cautious part of me piped up. I am in way too deep for something without promises.
Still, it wasn't as if I could promise him a future, either. Worst case scenario, I wouldn't even be alive six months from now. I tried not to think about it, but that was my current reality.
I pushed those thoughts away as I started walking. But there was no way I could walk the whole way, so I called a taxi to pick me up a few streets over, so I could still get some exe
