a girl for every day. He’d go back to his Monday girl when the week started again.”
I froze, staring at the cereal shelf like it had slapped me. I could’ve hung up. I should’ve hung up. But something in me—the part that had been waiting seven years to stop being the one who lost—made me stay on the line.
“We got a little off topic,” Leticia said breezily.continue reading …