Chapter 267

Alisa

The dishes in my sink won’t wait one more minute. Not only because I can’t stand to look at them any longer, but I don’t have more than four plates and they’re all dirty. Since I talked to Stella about the life I grew up in, I’ve been avoiding being an adult.

Normally, I don’t tend to put off what I can get done. My parents did that a lot as a child and the amount of anxiety I have to cover up today because of it used to be debilitating.

As I’m about to start my dishwater, my phone rings. Looking at the clock, I realize it’s probably not Archer. He      worked a double shift and, if he’s awake now, he’s in for a long day. Not only that but he’s tired as fuck.

Glancing down, my stomach drops as I see Mom on the screen.