MARTHA POV
I had done something incredibly stupid.
Possibly one of the stupidest things I'd ever done.
Which was saying something.
This could genuinely compete with the time I got drunk because I was terrified I wouldn't pass the graduate school admission exam.
The night before the exam.
Not after.
Not when the results came out.
The night before.
A decision that, in hindsight, explained a surprising amount about my life.
The jury was still out on whether texting Caelin first ranked above that particular masterpiece.
The point was that somewhere between my second coffee and my lunch break, I'd done that.
First.
Voluntarily.
Like a woman with absolutely no self-preservation instincts.
Three days.
Three stupid days without hearing his voice, seeing his ridiculous grin or recei
