Chapter 23: The Past

Cami

The last time Scott and I went on a date, I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking this was it. If he didn’t say anything about how I looked that night or act like I was an important part of his world, I knew we were done.

"Are you ready yet?" Scott calls up the stairs, annoyance already heavy in his voice. He makes sure to add in a sigh and not so muffled curse to really drive his point home.

I know he doesn’t want to go out tonight but I need it. I haven’t had a night out of the house in so long, I think my ass has a permanent indentation on the chair. He leaves every day, rarely eats a meal in our home, actually. For him, this is nothing special.