CHAPER 1
It's a very hot and humid Sunday in early August. I sit in my Audi in Central Park eating my lunch and watching people in the park enjoying the summer day. I watch couples walking through the park hand in hand and mothers pushing their babies in strollers. There are a few people walking their dogs along the walking path and runners doing laps around the park. Everyone looks happy and content.
Central Park is where I go when I want to get out of the condo but don't want to be around people. If there are lots of people in the park, I sit in my car and people watch. But if the park isn’t crowded, I get out and walk around the walking path or sit on a bench and take in the fresh air. Today, there are just too many people around and I just want to sit in my car and have lunch in peace.
My life is such a mess and I have sunk into a deep depression. It takes all of my strength and will power just to get out of bed every morning and get on with my day. I feel as if there's a dark cloud looming over me. I spend all of my free time alone because I don't want to drag others down with me. I avoid any social interactions outside of work as much as possible.
It's been nearly six months since Marissa married Travis Channing and I haven’t been the same since that painful day. Working so closely with her and knowing she's someone else's wife cuts me to the core. She still has no idea how I feel about her and I plan on keeping it that way. There's no reason for her to know how I feel. It would only make things uncomfortable between us. And I won't give Travis the satisfaction of knowing he has what I want.
After people watching for nearly an hour, I decide to head home. I need to get some things done around the condo. Tomorrow is Monday and I'll be starting another work week. The funny thing is, I find myself getting excited about seeing Marissa on Monday morning. As much as it hurts to see her, I still get excited about being in her presence.
I start up my Audi and take one last look around the park. My car windows are down and I can smell charcoal burning in the distance. Someone must be grilling lunch. The warm summer breeze blows through the windows of my car as I put on my sunglasses and back out of my parking space. Slowly, I drive out of the park and onto the street. Traffic is light as I make my way home.
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