Chapter 59

  I don’t get much sleep. I stare at the ceiling listening to the silence in the dark, before dawn finally tugs me out of bed. I jog alone at 6.00 a.m., the familiar route I normally take with Jake, but he’s still in bed, and avoiding him is my only plan of action this morning.

  I pound the picturesque streets of Seattle with my soft-soled running shoes and try to bring back all the calm and control that rules my life. We need to forget last night ever happened if we’re to move on. I need to stop over-analyzing it and obsessing over it and forget it ever happened.

  He was drunk! Jake is impulsive and sometimes irrational when he’s drunk; he can be unpredictable and foolish, and I shouldn’t put any weight on last night at all. He’s a born womanizer, and last night, with beer goggles on, I was just another possible conquest who was obviously giving him some sort of come-on signs.