Chapter Thirty-Seven. Diana.
When Mark Tragos, my solicitor, called me earlier, he wanted specific information on the police officers who arrested me. I didn’t have it. But I knew Jessie would. I am so concerned about what is going to happen to me on Friday that I decided to scrape my pride off the floor and eat a portion of humble pie, then called Jessie.
However, what has put me in a total tailspin is that he is offering to get us some food. I mean, months of f*****g whilst fake dating and he never made me food. My brain is running faster than a freight train, wondering what the hell it means. The truth is, it probably means nothing, and my overactive imagination is making it into something it isn’t. He probably wants to put the past behind us and work on being civil, or friends for
