Page 18 of Every Broken Piece

Chapter eighteen

Gabe

Me: Because I was lonely. That first time I text you, I was sitting in a bar drinking, feeling sorry for myself and you were the only person I thought of to reach out to.

I probably shouldn’t have, but I don’t regret it.

I haven’t read a book in years. I’ve been so busy raising my son and working that I never took time to read.

I used to love to read. You brought that back to me.

I enjoy talking to you about books and the cat you want.

I look forward to our texts. I don’t know what this is, but I like to think of it as the beginning of a friendship

I hit send before I can think too much about how I just bared my soul to this woman I barely know but feel like knows me better than anyone.