Morning

Chris sat down at a bench outside. It was a little after sunrise. The lack of people made it preferable to the bar, though the cool air made her glad she was wearing a sweater.

She sipped her tea and looked out across the lake. She was never much of a tea drinker but she liked the way it warmed her hands and took the edge off her appetite without making her feel nauseous.

She knew she should eat more, she should be hungrier. But anything more than one meal a day was too much work. Too many people she could run into at the bar. Besides, her appetite wasn't that strong, it's not like she did much during the day. Just slept and read. Or tried to read, she hadn't been able to finish any of the three books she had. Not for lack of interest it was just hard to focus on the words for very long. Too many thoughts in her head.

Will he forgive me? It seemed like the answer should be more obvious, one way or another. Her father had never been angry at her - or any of them - for longer than a day or two. It was rare he stayed angry that long unless it was an ongoing fight. Usually tempers flared and were forgotten soon afterwards.

But then, she'd never done anything like this before. She still didn't understand why she had gotten involved with Jack. Sometimes it made so much sense, especially when she was with him. Then the cold light of morning revealed it for the mistake it was. The mistake she kept on making. And would have continued to make...

Would she? She wanted to say no but she just wasn't sure of that.