My heart sped up. A lot. My breathing slowed. I started pacing. My mind was racing. My hands started trembling, all I could do was try to catch my breath but nothing seemed to matter in this exact moment.
The text. What did it say? I must be imagining it. I went back to the nightstand on his side of the bed. I tore off the towel holding my sopping wet hair and let it fall to the floor.
Surely it was covered in dog hair now, I hadn’t vacuumed the upstairs in a couple days. With two dogs now it was impossible to keep up with.Read more on themighty.com