Hazel

I was lying in bed still fuming with anger when my phone buzzed, pulling my attention away from my simmering rage.

"Hi Adam," I answered with a clipped voice and lay down.

"Hey Haze, how are you holding up?" His voice, warm and soothing, did little to soothe the storm brewing within me.

"Good, thanks," I lied, swallowing my anger.

Adams went on to apologize for the unpleasant event of the other day at his place and asked us to meet up so he could explain. The idea of leaving the house was ...