ABBY

I’m determined and feel confident with what I’m about to do tonight. I park my car in the parking lot of the luxury apartment building. I take a deep breath. Then I suddenly remember he doesn’t know I’m coming over. I should have thought about it first. I sigh in dismay with the fact that I’m already here. My hour and a half preparation just to look good tonight are just about to go to the bin. No frigging way.

My pulse starts to race as I fish out my phone in my purse.

Relax. It’s just a text, Abby. Jeez.

Abby: Hey, it’s me, Abby. Can we talk? ...