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151 Can't Get Past It (Winona)

I feel like I've been hit by a truck. My head's pounding, my stomach's churning, and every sound stabs into my skull. I groan, pressing my hand to my forehead as I sit up in bed.

The memories of last night come flooding back-the party, the drinks, the argument.

God, the argument.

Anne stayed over with Bobby and Sarah. I hope they never heard us arguing like that. The kids are playing downstairs, their laughter bubbling upwards. It's the only bright spot in my day so far.

I pull on a robe and drag myself down to the kitchen, where the smell of coffee isn't helping my nausea.

"Good afternoon." Anne glances up from the table, her eyes sharp. "You look like hell," she says, handing

me a mug.

"Feel like it, too," I mutter, taking a sip and wincing. Even the usual coffee tastes too strong. I wince." Afternoon?" I look at the clock on the wall. "Shit, it's almost three in the afternoon!"

I heard Jayden slam the door when he left around three in the morning," Anne says, her voice probing but gentle. "Are you okay?"

I sigh, leaning against the counter. "We argued. Badly. I said a lot of things I shouldn't have."

Anne studies me for a moment, then asks, "were any of those things true?"

but... I think the delivery was a bit rough, on both accounts. We

tone practical. "You can't deal with anything if you're

I guess. I just hope the

hear the argument so neither could they. I just heard Jayden mumbling and

slam."

"That's a relief."

and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get some more rest, or at least take a shower. You look

to the chase. "You and Jayden need to work on things together

guilt. I'm still standing here, trying to piece together the

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the front door and Lisa rushes in like a tornado, her usual larger-than-life energy making my head

rough. I thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like you got dragged through a hedge backwards. Unless he's the reason you look

he is

up as she flops down on the couch, her bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he

help but laugh, even though it makes my head hurt. "We got drunk

suddenly serious.

stop thinking about how the last person he was with was Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and I kept picturing it. I told him hoping he'd understand and he got angry. Really angry."

and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were crazy. Same thing as

low whistle. "So, even though Ashlyn's locked up, she's still messing with

""Pretty much," I mutter.

you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise,

admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just... I

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