Chapter 206 Separation

By noon the day after Andrew caught Noah in my apartment, I still lay in bed. I did not sleep a wink the entire night, and yet I had only left the bed to use the bathroom. I had not changed from my pajamas or showered since Lisa’s wedding. Andrew’s egg-and-sausage biscuits sat in the trash, untouched. Somehow, above everything else, the smell wafted to me from the kitchen, nauseating me at the memory of our fight. I did not have the energy to take out the trash and rid myself of that torture.