Vanessa
“Wait, what?” Mandy looked at me in surprise. We were standing in my kitchen, and it was one of those rare occasions that we weren’t over at Carlson’s place for the Sunday BBQ. Mark was sick, so Mandy had suggested we skip the BBQ and spend some time catching up. I had just finished telling her all about Damon’s big project in Nuport. The job that required him to stay on-site for seven weeks.
“You heard me,” I said as I finished tossing the salad I had been preparing.
“Yes, I heard you but…Nessa, how are the two of you going to handle it?” she asked as she continued to massage spice and oil into the two steaks, I had taken out earlier.
“It’s going to be rough…not going to lie,” I admitted. I needed someone to talk to about this because, according to Damon, we would be fine.
