#Chapter 83: Lovesick

Renee’s POV I poke my head through the bedroom door that was left slightly ajar before fully entering it. Seeing that it appears empty, I step inside and close the door behind me and twist the lock. I flop down on the bed with a sigh and let the plush comforter envelope around me. Unfortunately the thousand-count threads do little to comfort me. I stare up at the wooden beams crossing the ceiling wondering when the last time they’ve been dusted. The house is quiet which means Eric is out probably working. I just got back from dropping Debbie off at school, and then stopping for coffee, then gas, then taking the long way home. I just can’t look at Eric right now when I’m feeling torn over my reaction to Jasper rejecting me. I shouldn’t care, but I think that I do. And if I do, what does that mean for my feelings for Eric? My stomach churns at the thought. I glance at the small ___ clock on the dresser. It’s too early to be making myself sick over this, and I’m exhausted. I g