Great, he’d said he was sorry, but it was just for that incident. Didn’t he get that this was the proverbial straw?
“I struggle with sleep. I don’t sleep. But I don’t struggle with anger.”
—Charlene Aminoff, Not Your Typical Podcast, Ep. 2
Shira looked the night table. Another wrapped gift. She rolled her eyes.
At least Ephraim was still going to school. She had no idea if he’d talked to the university about dropping out, or what was going on. She didn’t talk to him much these days, just a curt nod, and “good” to respond to his “how was your day?” questions. Mostly she avoided him. She had told him she was going to do her own thing, and so she was.
Two days after the Shallots fiasco, she woke up to Forever Flowers on the night table. Ephraim had left a note.
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