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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?"

rough, on both accounts. We were both drunk and angry. No excuse for

there now," Anne says, her tone practical. "You can't deal with

she's right. "Yeah, I guess. I just hope the kids didn't hear any

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

slam."

"That's a relief."

her coffee and stands up. I'm taking all three kids out for a bit. You should get

work on things together if you both want this. It's not going to happen by

here, trying to piece together the mess I'm facing, when there's

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

you look rough. I thought you'd be glowing after a night with your sexy fiancé, not looking like

manage a weak smile. "Yeah, well, he is

bag hitting the floor with a thud. "Oh? Spill. Did he not perform, or did

head hurt. "We got drunk and cared too

forward, suddenly

Ashlyn. It just... it got into my head, and

to think about Ashlyn and him and needed therapy. Okay, he said my reactions. were

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

""Pretty much," I mutter.

to like this, but you need to deal with those feelings. Otherwise, they're

know," I admit, slumping against the cushions. "I just... I don't know

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