I’m not being funny. Honest. It’s just there’s only so long you can remain in a heightened state of anticipation. And it’s exhausting being so self-absorbed and obsessed with something that is, quite frankly, out of your control.
After a week, I couldn’t keep it up any longer.
My nerves were frayed. And I was, to put it mildly, sick of myself. Sick of the weariness. Sick of being irritable. Sick of the ‘what-if’ voice in my head.
Besides, during the second week of waiting, the Clay family members were dropping like flies with a mysterious stomach virus.
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