CHAPTER 40
During the next three weeks, I lived alone in the apartment that Chris had vacated. He came by a few times, mostly while I was at work, and if I happened to be home, he didn’t talk much. He avoided my gaze, and his only topics concerned things that we had to divide and those that he couldn’t find. I was relieved when I found myself a new place.
It wasn’t big but plenty for one person. It was a downstairs flat in a converted townhouse, and it was basically just a corridor with the rooms scattered along it. It wasn’t pretty or extraordinary, but it had four walls and a ceiling and everything I needed. I asked for a few days off, packed my stuff and moved house.
Living alone was strange at first. I could have looked for a larger place and a roommate, but the thought didn’t appea
