Chapter Nineteen
CHAPTER NINETEEN
March
The dreaded day was here. Alex was packing his suitcases, padding around his apartment—which he was subletting to a friend while he was gone—in bare feet, and grabbing this and that as final thoughts occurred to him. Neither of us had slept, too preoccupied by our coming separation to miss a single second of what time remained to us.
“Promise me one thing,” I asked him, stopping his relentless march from the bedroom to his suitcase by thrusting a mug of steaming coffee at him.
“Anything.” His whiskers scratched my chin as he pressed his cheek against mine.
“We’re going to be honest with each other from now on. No hiding anything—not for surprises or to save the other’s feelings. When you know something important, I know and vice versa.”
“I pro
