❀ Clark ❀
By the time we got back to the penthouse apartment, I was so stressed out that the first thing I did was grab a beer from the fridge and down half of the bottle.
“When you are done drowning yourself, join me in the living room,” Amy said, and suddenly I felt like a teenage boy about to get into trouble for trying to do the right thing. But I squared my shoulders and joined her in the living room. I sat down on the couch and took another long sip of my beer. Amy paced in front of me, and I could tell that I was about to get an earful. “You disappoint me, Clark,”
“Amy, please…just give me a chance to explain,” I hurriedly said. Maybe if I got my side of the story out of the way, she would be a bit more forgiving.
“No, Clark…I told you the truth about myself because I thought I
