It’s almost nine in the morning.
Today is Sam's bachelorette party, and I have to help her with the final preparations.
I get up, take care of my personal hygiene, put on a pair of black denim shorts, a pink tank top, and black Keds. I make my coffee, toast some bread, and prepare a mug cake.
I sit on the couch, enjoying my coffee and cake, and take in the view from the living room window.
I find myself thinking about Henry's proposal... about Martin, and how much he’s been doing me good...
I think about the death of my parents, wondering if it was really intentional or, who knows, something else.
I’m not sure who to trust anymore. I miss my old life.
I snap out of my thoughts when the doorbell rings. I find it strange because the doorman didn’t warn me.
I walk to the door and when
