Chapter 84

So the storm becomes a hurricane of epic proportions, and New York City is stuck in a typhoon that lasts two whole days. I’m stuck in some lifeless, airless apartment on my own with Mico on phone duties should I need anything, and yet it’s not like I care. I’m sick, my glands swollen, and my body aching with a fever. I toss and turn in bed and can’t seem to do anything but drift in and out of shallow sleep for small bursts. I don’t know if it’s emotional and I’m run down or if I should be worrying about something more.

Alexi never used condoms, yet he sleeps with so many women he could have given me something. I had never thought of that aspect before, as I used to see his discarded condom wrappers in the bin when he stayed over, and it never dawned on me he would be careless. I don’t know why he never used them with me, and it’s not like I worried. I’m not on birth control anyway. I don’t need to be. They told me at fifteen when they operated on my internals for eighteen hour