“You need to go to sleep.”
“Fine. Stay on the line with me?” he asks.
“Garrett, you have to be at the studio early. You need your rest.”
“Shit, I know. I’ll call you tomorrow around the same time.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Sweet dreams, Ansley.”
“Sweet dreams. I love you.”
“Good night.”
I click off the line and roll over and hug my pillow.
I can do this.
We can do this.