After hours of arguing with myself last night about how things went with Nash and my minor mental breakdown, I finally drifted off to sleep in the wee hours of the morning. However, it didn’t last long. After only a few hours of sleep, I found myself awake again with a throbbing migraine and the realization of promising to meet Becca at eight.

Dark glasses on and my hair piled on top of my head, I sat outside under the morning sun, sipping on the cold brew I had ordered ...