MIRA

I pick up my phone. A message from Jeff lays quietly on the screen.

“Tea or Coffee?”

I smile. Nothing in me wants to leave the house. My legs feel heavy and I my stomach growls every single moment it gets the chance to. But I can’t say no to tea from a handsome gentleman. Jeff seems kind. And right now, I could use positive distractions in my life.

“Tea.” I text back. Jeff has invited me to a party he’ll be attending. He acknowledged the host as a long-time friend and ...