Chapter 39

I don’t get much sleep. I stare at the ceiling listening to the silence in the dark before dawn finally tugs me out of bed.

I jog alone at 6.00 a.m., the familiar route I usually take with Jake, but he’s still in bed, and avoiding him is my only action plan this morning.

I pound the picturesque streets of Seattle with my soft-soled running shoes and try to bring back all the calm and control that rules my life. We need to forget last night ever happened if we’re to move on. I need to stop over-analyzing it, obsessing over it, and forget it ever happened.

He was drunk! Jake is impulsive and sometimes irrational when drunk; he can be unpredictable and foolish, and I shouldn’t put any weight on last night. He’s a born womanizer, and last night, with beer goggles on, I was just another possible conquest who was obviously giving him some come-on signs.

I shower and eat in my room and pack my suitcase. We’re heading home today; the flight is set for noon, so we hav