Committing to anything meant the clock was ticking to lose it.
Love, life, everything.
I turned and looked at my apartment door.
I knew if I called Zoe… Eva… they’d come back.
They’d show up again for me.
They were annoyed with me.
Pissed at me.
They weren’t wrong either.
But they also weren’t right.
That’s when I realized I had nothing now.
I had given it all up.
I had let it all slip away from me.
Maverick.
Zoe. Eva.
I stood in my apartment alone.
Really alone.
I looked down, not sure if I wanted to scream or just cry.
Then I thought about Eva telling that guy at the bar I had lobsters between my legs.
I snorted and almost started laughing.
I shut my eyes and told myself to do something.
“Make a fucking move, Madison,” I whispered.
So… I did.