Present
Alex
As I lay in bed, the quiet apartment did nothing to ease my laziness that minute by minute was augmented by self-pity. It was after eleven in the morning and the one thing I wanted to do was call Chelsea. I kept thinking about the time difference and knew she'd be awake now. I wanted to talk to her and confess what I'd done. Patrick and Cy had been supportive and encouraging throughout last night, but they weren't Chelsea, weren't my best friend. They didn't know me like she did. No one did.
I couldn't call. Speaking to her about Infidelity would be a breach of the agreement.