Power Forward (Chicago Thunder #4)

Chapter Four

Hayden

A week has gone by since the wedding, and I’ve thrown myself in so deep with work I’m not quite sure what day it is anymore. I’ve needed to keep busy to stop my mind from replaying Jackson’s words on an endless loop. They were filled with so much hurt. Hurt that I caused, and I don’t know how to make it right.

I’ve been beating myself up. Thinking about all the things I could have done or said differently. But sadly, I don’t have a DeLorean or any other type of time machine. I can’t go back and change anything, which is the reason why I’m sitting on the comfortable, aqua-blue couch in Roberta’s office, five weeks earlier than scheduled. She’s been my therapist for over six years now, and she is now a crucial lifeline in my journey.