Chapter 72: JAYNE

A bottle of wine and double chocolate chunk ice cream is never a good idea together. Add this to the fact I've been ugly crying on the living room floor for most of the night and I'm a hot mess.

Waking up to the alarm I surprisingly set correctly for myself, I called in early this morning and spoke to Janice, telling her I wouldn't be in. Then I promptly slept another five hours before pulling myself out of bed and into the land of the living.

Checking my phone, I have a few text messages from Declan and Lucas asking if I'm okay, then wishing me well and my stomach lurches at the reminder of their date last night. I don't have it in me to respond right now.

I make a cup of coffee, then take a quick shower to pull myself out of the hangover that has taken residence in my entire body.

As I sit on the couch, ready to rehydrate with a bottle of water and watch some mindless afternoon television, my phone rings.