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“Maybe” I think we both kneasn’t likely to happen

Trish walked out of the room

This was always the hardest part about starting over Even in a room full of people I felt co was fa The next building Everywhere I turned I saw son

I told myself it wouldn’t stay like this Each day I’d learn people’s naure out how not to piss off the shuttle driver I’d learn to wear the right shoes I’d be able toto check the ht now as I watched , it was hard to think that day would ever come

I only had a few o I looked up at the brownstone I now called holowed fro behind the city Even the ones on the third floor reflected orange and pink hues

I knehy Greer loved the deck She loved the view She thought it was cool all of our ere huge dormers

And she told me a hundred times on facechat that we couldn’t beat the location The townhouse was in the heart of Adaan, directly in

the center for both of us to go to work I went northwest and she went southeast

I hadn’t been here long enough to know if the location was the best I hadn’t ed my address with the post office I still felt as if I were visiting Greer, not living with her

It had been five years since she was e Neither one of us had expected to live together again

I glared at the front stoop I couldn’t take it anymore Not another step I reached down and peeled the stilettos from my feet I almost expected to see dried blood on my skin

“Ouch,” I whined My toes were perle them

I took the first step, feeling the heat of the rough surface sear into the underside of my foot

“Oh God”

I gingerly took the next step until I was in the foyer I still had three stories to go At least I had reer bag across my chest