Roxanne Meyers

I hung up the call with Salvatore and felt something shrink in my chest. He understood that he preferred to be with his man, but I was also important, especially now, in my state.

Thousands of doubts assailed me, but one stood out above the others: will I need someone? Is there anyone who wonders about me, who misses me, even a little?

There was one person I could talk to, someone I trusted completely: my best friend, Renne. I knew his number by heart. Salvatore had warned me not to do anything stupid, but there I was, dialing his number on the phone. It was late, but...