Shattered Heart, Rising Spirit

Reynolds we were over

ex-girlfriend, Brittany Davis, was at his penthouse. Jake called me and asked

as my

icy was under Jake's company plan, a generous gift he had given us when my mom was first diagnosed with te

left desperate voicemails. I told him he could have anything he

exts. My calls went straight to voicemail a

barely speak. The hospital did what they could, but without the proper insurance, the best treat

ttany were on a yacht in the Caribbean, his arm wrapped around her, both of t

e I had called home for five years. He was surprised to see m

," I said, my voi

e, don't be dramatic. I was just teaching

n accusation. It was a fact. There was no e

her off. He knew she was terminal, that the insurance

ouldn' t cook a meal

. In his world, tha