Jessa

By the time I got home, my arms were sore from carrying shopping bags and my brain felt fried.

Mariah had dragged me through every store in the mall like it was an Olympic event. But honestly, she’d been right — it was a distraction I needed.

Now, the pile of bags sitting by the couch almost felt like proof that maybe I was trying to start fresh.

Even if part of me still wanted to crawl under a blanket and hide.

I sank onto the couch with a sigh, brushing my hair out of ...