Chapter 51

• A new week begins, new life, new look. At least that's what I try to tell myself. But inside, anxiety gnaws at my insides, I've even gotten sick from nervous colitis. Every time I hear the restaurant's entrance bell, my mind wanders, thinking it's him, Ian. Do I miss him? Of course I do. But I'm still very hurt by what he did.
• Usually at the Bistro we play background music, but this week I've been so disheartened that I can't stop listening to those women with their heartbreak songs.
• "I couldn't bear your lack of love..." I sing quietly as I serve some coffees.