CHAPTER 9

 JULES

As I reflected on the day spent with Emerson, a realization dawned upon me—I now had someone to share the intricacies of my life. Upon returning home, a magnetic pull toward the fridge led me to uncork a bottle of wine. The need for a glass felt unnecessary; I chose to embrace the raw connection with the bottle, savoring its contents in one indulgent gulp. That girl, oblivious to the depth of my longing,inadvertently became my lifeline, breathing vitality into my existence.

The following morning found me rousing on my bed, the events of the previous night shrouded in a fog of intoxication. The haze of recollection hinted at a heightened state of euphoria. With a silent acknowledgment of the responsibilities awaiting me at the office, I propelled myself out of bed, opting for a brisk shower. Skirting breakfast, my sole focus became ensuring my presence at the impending meeting.