CHAPTER 10
June 2017
“A few months” passed, but Eric didn’t return.
At first, things were fine. The loft was lonely without him, but Tara had a late class on Friday nights, so she’d come over after. We ate cookie dough and talked until the sun came up, like when we were in college. Video chat was spotty due to unreliable internet, but Eric and I agreed to a weekly phone call—most of which avoided disastrous results. Long emails flew back and forth across the equator. Work filled my days, dreams of the future filled the nights.
When I got my promotion, Tara and I celebrated at the site of Sunflower. As expected, that ridiculous restaurant had closed and been replaced by a spot that specialized in savory cupcakes. We got super dirty looks for calling them “meat pies”. The two of us were
