d-money East Coas

al clear from day one. Brittany, his si

t care,

ng to get his first tech venture off the ground, working crazy

we ate cheap pasta most

shoebox kitchen, laughing

to my stories from the ER, his eyes full of

id that

is stranger who looke

vorce, the papers still unsign

um of anxiety, a heavy blanket of insomnia. I needed so

r my prescript

ch

hed on an examination table, a drama

d, batting her eyelashes. "This sprained ankle

run? Chloe? I

, saw the prescript

s voice laced

ow long are you going t

efusing to sign, refusing to ac

ut, Michael," I said, my voi

ck to Chloe, his face softening as

it, the public dismiss