A date.
Edward has a date.
I'm quiet the rest of the way to work.
I kneed dough and mix ingredients for cupcakes, lost in a trance.
When I get home, I shower and feed Snickers.
I make a cup of tea and climb into bed with a book, but I can't focus.
It's a little after eight o'clock. Edward has probably picked up his date already. Or is he meeting her at a restaurant?
My mind works into overdrive for the next few hours.
I wonder what he's doing.
If he's having fun on the date.
Is he going to take her home with him?
My thoughts are making my stomach turn and twist.
I just want this night to be over.
The last time I see the clock, it's past midnight.
When I open my eyes again, it's morning.