Chapter 69

Davis and I had agreed to meet at a Chinese place just down the street from the hotel. As I walked down the bustling streets of Manhattan, I wondered if he remembered how much I loved Asian food, or if he'd merely suggested it because it was close. It was easy to forget someone you were once close to had no concept of who you were years later. Davis didn't know forty-year-old Callie. He knew the thirty-two-year-old version of me who hadn't been demolished by heartache and abandonment.

That one thought ate at my psyche as people bumped into me. I walked at a much faster pace than I'd care to simply to keep up with the flow on the sidewalks. It didn't matter why he'd chosen the Chinese place, but focusing on that kept me from facing the real demon.