When There Was You (California Dreaming #2)

Chapter 19

Nineteen

I force myself out of bed. Get dressed. Feed my face. Perform required tasks. Go through the tedious motions of life.

It’s not a choice.

And it’s a crime against humanity to face life on life’s terms when I don’t feel alive…and question whether I want to be.

Fuck my stomach for rumbling.

Fuck my eyes for opening every morning.

Fuck my brain for dwelling on what cannot be.

And fuck me for trusting Mick Callahan with my heart.