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seriously.” She laughs.
        This is one of those moments when I’m so glad that Sara is my friend. We’ve been through a lot together. We’ve been friends since we met in third grade after Sara beat up Max Fields because he called me a bitch. She said us girls have to stick up for each other. Ever since then we’ve pretty much been inseparable. Even when I moved after graduation with my mom, she moved up north with us and had actually lived with us for a year before moving into her own place.
        I get up to give her a hug. “You’re a great friend,” I say, but before her ego gets too big I smile and add, “But you need to shower, seriously you smell like a skunk that rolled around in cow shit.”
        She pushes me away and laughs. “Geez you’re such a bitch.”
        “But you totes love me,” I sing teasingly.
        “Unfortunately for me, yes, I do.” She throws a pillow at me before getting up. “I should go. I’m going to have to somehow manage to study when I’m only running on three hours of sleep.” She sighs.
        “Uh-oh is that friend of yours keeping you busy?” I ask wiggling my eyebrows suggestively. She’s been MIA a lot more lately, but she won’t spill the beans on this guy. I don’t know what she’s trying to hide.
    She rolls her eyes. “Maybe. You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you.”
        Before she leaves, she hands me her work keys and fills me in on the opening routine. While walking to the door she repeats her thanks and gives me another hug before leaving.
        I go to sit back at my desk and glance at my phone and see I have a new text message from Emma.
     
     
    You’re going to have to talk to me eventually Mel.
     
     
        I consider replying to her text message telling her exactly where she can shove it but I decide against it. I’ve said all that needs to be said. I’m done with her.
     
    ***
     
        I ended up only sleeping for two hours. I stayed up late studying, and once I laid down to sleep I couldn’t get my thoughts to slow down. Every toss and turn birthed a new thought.
        Should I forgive my dad? Where do I even start? If my mom can forgive him surely I can, right? Why was the man in the park so sad? Who was he? Why did he sound so familiar? Then those thoughts morphed into worries about my test and whether I studied enough.
        I used to sleep great but once my parents divorced every worry seems to keep me up at night. I’m a worrier so sleep isn’t my friend these days.
        Once I’m caffeinated enough to be human, rather than just a grunting grumpy hot mess, I get ready for the day. I grab my textbook and my Kindle just in case I want to catch up on my latest hot read. I’m a book boyfriend whore. Give me a book with a bad boy who’s a hottie with a body and I’m wrapped around that book’s figurative finger. It’s an addiction.
    Although I’ve had my first coffee of the morning, I still have to stop for my mid-morning coffee. It’s my other addiction.
        I stop in at my favorite coffee shop in town where they know me by name and have my drink started before I can even utter a “good morning”.
        “Hey Mel, how are you this morning? Getting anything to eat today?” my favorite barista asks.
        “I’m doing good and not today Beth, thank you,” I reply.
        Once I grab my coffee and straw, because I’m one of those weird people who drinks hot coffee with a straw, I head to my car and begin my drive to Sara’s work.
        It’s in town, but it’s in the industrial part of town so it still takes me fifteen minutes to get there. Once there I open up and power everything on like Sara asked me to do. I sit at the reception desk awaiting the first appointment’s arrival. It’s still thirty minutes off so I decide to get my Kindle out and continue the story of my favorite troubled underground boxer.
        I lose myself in the book so much so that I don’t hear