“How are you?” I asked. I felt like shit asking because how do you ask someone you made cry how they’re doing? Shea had every right to tell me, I’m fine, no thanks to you, asshole. In fact, I’m dating this supermodel volunteer firefighter now, would you like to see his Insta? He rescues puppies and sponsors orphans, and we take long walks holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes.
