Chapter 10

I ignored calls from friends and family alike. Somewhere in my feeble mind, I felt I didn’t have the strength to face criticism or questions. I only wanted everyone to leave me alone.

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February was the worst month of the year—the shortest but the most brutal. I had previously avoided invites to New Year’s Eve parties and subsequent dinners. I hadn’t been to the gym for over a month and missed Luke.

My phone made its bizarre sound showing a call from my daughter. Steeling my nerve, I answered.

“Don’t start on me with sarcasm. I’ve got my eyes glared so you ought to know I mean business.” I shook my head at my madness.

“Happy New Year, Daddy. Bruce wants to know when you might grace the gym with your presence again.”

I said, “I’m still glaring, and that comment sounded sarcastic.” It was nice to hear her voice.