The guys had all repeatedly called to check on me over the last few weeks, primarily to find out when I'd be available again, but until I could cover the bruises on my face with makeup or they faded completely, none of them should be seen with me publicly. I'd never want anyone to think one of them had laid a hand on me. I felt awful for Willum-I warned him, but Jase laid into him, and from what I gathered, it wasn't pretty. He apologized profusely, but regardless of how many times I told him I didn't blame him, he carried that guilt.
I was fortunate; people at work were kind when I showed up the following Monday looking like I'd been in a barroom brawl. Jase drove me home and picked me up daily so I didn't have to take public transportation. I couldn't count the number of times we argue
