CHAPTER 43: A Sense Of Possibility
Exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, seeping into my bones despite downing a second cup of coffee. Glancing at the clock, I realised it was already half past five. Shawn and I were scheduled to meet in the next couple of hours, and a wave of indecision washed over me.
Did I want to do this? Another voice in my head reminded me that I did need a distraction, a break from the suffocating tension that had coiled around me since the encounter with Nicola.
Hurrying home, I was about to call Via and confess my need for a pre-date pep talk when the doorbell chimed. Relief washed over me, momentarily pushing aside the tangled mess of emotions I couldn't seem to separate.
"Coming!" I called out, rushing towards the door. A wide grin stretched across Via's face as she stood on the other side, a familiar blue canvas tote bag slung over her shoulder.