Laura
The buzz of my phone drags me out of the light sleep I had managed to catch at my desk. A slew of unpaid bills for the store lie scattered around, with numbers that seem to have way too many zeros. Ah, a reminder of another sleepless night trying to figure out how the hell to dig myself out of this financial pit after David, my husband of three years, cleaned out our bank account before disappearing with Polly two months ago.
How does one man manage to be cliche and original at the same time?