DAISY
My phone vibrates beside me. It was the completion of what makes a dozen voicemails from which Kay had been sending since the day after I left the penthouse.
There's no way I can make any emotional progress with him blowing up my phone like this.
He wasn't giving up, and somehow it makes me angry.
Angry at myself for thinking I could do this without him. Angry at him for not giving up. Angry at Riley for stealing what was mine. Angry at the dad for leaving at first. Angry at mom for falling sick. Angry at the world for not healing all these problems.
"This can't be the worst holiday, get up, let's do something. I have a lot of ideas that will make you smile." Kate opined when she noticed the incoming voicemail.
She plopped next to me on the sofa I'd been reclining on for
