Ryan

It’d been over a week; a week since Anne stopped me from going home and I’d been sleeping in a motel, a week since my drunken exploration with that mystery woman, a week since Ciara and I got divorced.

A lot had happened in this one week and one of them was my credit card being maxed out which I’m just realizing.

“What do you mean?” I questioned the café owner of the coffee shop. We’d just had another successful business growth and I’d decided to take my teammates and I for a lunch break; coffee and cake.

But now, there seems to be a problem. After I’d handed...