Chapter 70 Regan
Regan
The first thing Regan thought about when she opened her eyes in the morning was Francois.
Was he really a scammer, or was there a possibility that somehow…
she was loved…that everything she understood was an elaborate fraud was…
in some universe…real? His lavish attention had felt good.
She wanted him to be real. Every minute she kept Francois blocked was like a sad, lonely year.
She missed him, and it hurt. There was no joy to take the place of Francois, only crushing shame, endless days to make it through, and worry.
At least her brother understood. She texted Cord: don’t want to get out of bed.
He responded immediately: So don’t
Regan grinned. She heard her girls getting ready for school but the thought of joining them was too hard.
Without Francois, no one wished her Good morning.
No one said, You are beautiful. Her daughters hated her, and with good reason.
Cord texted again: Why can’t I be normal?
Why can’t I just have a martini like a normal person?
Because you’re a very special alcoholic, Regan wrote.
Lucky me, wrote Cord.
What time is it there?
3AM
Why are you awake?
Because I’m crazy.
Lee is leaving soon.
Have you talked to her?
Not really. Haha I think she wishes I were gone and she could steal the girls.
Yikes.
Thanks for not judging.
I judge everyone constantly.
Me too.
So does Lee.
Yeah.
I’m closing my eyes.
Are you sober?
Yes.
I’m proud of you.
Are you going to text him?
No.
I’m proud of you, too.