Chapter 8The frying pan sizzled as I rolled over the sausage patties next to the scrambled eggs. A few more minutes of my biscuits baking in the oven, and my breakfast sandwich would be ready to eat.
It was Saturday morning, and I stood in front of the stove in my underwear, one hand on the frying pan and one holding my phone up to my ear. I was catching up with Kat.
“I’m so happy everything is going well with Eduardo. I can’t wait to meet him. Hang on, let me stretch,” Kat said. She was doing yoga in her apartment’s gym. She worked as a personal trainer and seemed to always be working out.
We clearly had different priorities. The greasy aroma from the sausages filled my nose, and my stomach growled.
“When can you take off work to come visit?” I asked.
“I put in my time for two weeks
