CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
OLIVE
The apartment is different from the last time I was here, and I can’t tell if that’s a good thing. The absence of Jason is an improvement. But it also feels like it’s missing something. I’m not used to being in this apartment without a man here, and Axel would fit perfectly, splayed out across the sofa and smirking as he gets up to get some food, to grab me, or to just tease Lark. To bond with us.
I’m barely in the door, and yet the place fills me with a sense of nostalgia tinged with sadness. I wonder if I’d feel this way if Jason and I had come back together.
I motion for Lark to go in first.
She shakes her head frantically, holding out a hand demanding I give the suitcase to her. Both of our stuff had been packed in it, and she wants to carry it.
“Okay, li
