"Come on, sweetheart, you promised," Ricky groaned through the speakers of Sandy's phone. "So when do we finally get to meet up after today? I keep getting the vibe that I'm wasting my time here."
Sandy sighed heavily, pressing the phone tighter against her ear. She too was tired. Tired of feeling like she was getting better, moving on from Michael, only for her heart to trip over itself whenever she thought about Ricky.
What if he turned out just like Michael? What if she let herself believe in something new, only to end up right back where she started,ten steps back in a recovery that already felt impossible? It frustrated her, even more so because she had no idea of how this was going to work.
