The next few days were uneventful.

He kept waiting for something to happen. Another note, another sketch, another…something to turn his insides out and scramble his brains.

He was trying to work things out with Karen, but his heart just wasn’t in it.

And she knew.

And he knew she knew.

It wasn’t fair to her, and he was painfully aware of that, too. But she wasn’t making any moves to end things, either. And he told himself it was her own fault for wanting to be with him, when he was so obviously not worth it.

Yeah. Her fault.