I changed everything. Became the beauty I didn’t think he’d resist. Lived the lie I thought he could love.
I sacrificed my soul to recover the years that she took from us. Yet, I’m still empty-handed.
But he’s mine. I’ve earned him. It’s time to collect my prize, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone come between us this late in the game.
If only I’d known my greatest obstacle would be me.
“Good morning,” two suited men say to me in unison as I reach the top step.
My smile is polite as I step past the heavy doors. “Morning.”
I weave through the pastel herd, slinking down the aisle, eyes searching inconspicuously for the back of his head. It’s Easter Sunday. Brooks told Facebook days ago he’d be here when he declined his co-worker’s invitation to meet up. Another time, man. Going to church with the fam, he’d said. So, I’ve been patient. Have read the book twice, and am committed to following its advice. No messaging and asking what he’s up to, no accidental butt-dials, no I-thought-you-said-we’d-talk-later-asshole text.
I’m determined now to be a big fucking tease and show him how much he needs me. So, I stalked him. Followed him. Now, I’m here at church—a place I haven’t been since my parents’ funeral—wearing my Sunday best, and prepared to do my best work.
She was raised in Columbia, SC, with her three sisters who annoy her greatly.
Lauren’s social life is pretty boring, but she loves reading, coffee & hot tea, and living in her pajamas. She’s a glutton for punishment, and regrettably signs up for things like Room Mom in her children’s classes, leaving her up all night doing things like baking dozens of cookies between swear words. Her favorite food is avocado. If she could, she’d find a way to put it on everything.