APRIL
He did not even try to stop me from leaving. There was no argument, no reaching for my arm, no pause at the door. If anything, he hurried me along, hands firm at my back, guiding me out like I was an inconvenience he wanted gone.
Better off without him.
That was Aria's verdict, delivered by text while the cab cut through traffic.
According to her, this was a blessing dressed up as heartbreak.
The cab stops outside my building and I am deposited on the curb with two battered suitcases and a sour, aching sense of what almost was.
The driver tells me the fare has already been paid.
By Diablo.
How noble.
Paying to send me away once he got what he wanted a couple of times.
My gaze drifts to Goody.
A sign hangs crooked on the door, Closed until further notice.
Even if pride wer
