ALMA

Maybe a mature woman wouldn't have handled things the way I did, but I would gladly be immature if it meant I stayed away from Carl and his madness.

It had been a few days, and I still couldn't pull the scene out of my head and my reaction to it. It was despicable. I showed weakness by picking up his call in the first place, thanks to that glass of wine.

I knew it wasn't a pretty sight on me or the healed woman reputation I desperately tried to portray. I never wanted to see him ...