That night I slept on the sofa in the living room. It was one of those ones that could fold out to become more bed shaped and it was a good deal more comfy than the foam mattress in my van.
Which made it impossible for me to fall asleep.
I turned onto my side and tried to calm my mind but it was useless. There were too many memories and loose ends swirling in my mind, too many things for my little brain to process.
Finally, I pulled my phone out from under my pillow and turned onto my back. I unlocked my phone and opened up the chatlog with Aron.
The messages are sporadic and confusing to read without context, just a few words here and there, but that was because we saw each other every day, talked every day. Well, nearly every day, I thought as I remembered the last week and my failure to avoid him. Looking back, I felt foolish for even trying.
