I Killed The Call

I sighed. "Tell them watching those shows is bad for their brain cells."

"So you're not dating one of the richest men in America?"

"No. What about your love life?" I asked, quickly diverting. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"Nothing serious. Hang on." He responded to a call on the radio, then said, "Sorry, sweetheart. I have to run. I love you. Miss, you like crazy."

"I miss you, too, Daddy. Be careful."

"Always. Bye."

I killed the call and went back to my former spot to wait for Cary to wrap things up. In the lull, my mind tormented me. Where was James now? What was he doing?

Would Monday bring me an inbox full of photos of him with another woman?

I realized I was working on Day 4 After James. The pain I'd felt the first few days had turned into a dull throbbing that felt almost like the flu. 

Every part of my body ached as if I was going through some sort of physical withdrawal and my throat burned with unshed tears.