◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆
I found them in our bed. Clichéd, I know, but there they were; my boyfriend of three years and his “study partner” from grad school, tangled in the sheet I’d just washed that morning.
“Naomi, wait…” Felix started, scrambling to sit up, but the words bounced off me like rain on glass. I was already moving, grabbing my purse from the dresser, snatching my keys with shaking fingers, the metal biting into my palm. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I just left.
The door slammed behind me with a finality that echoed down the hallway.
I ended up at The Edison, the hotel bar downtown that was too expensive for my usual budget but dark and anonymous enough for falling apart in public. Three whiskey sours in, the edges of the world had softened into something bearable. That’s when
