Earlier, when I got a text from Owen asking if I could come over and help him set up a bassinet for their new baby who arrived two weeks early, I jumped at the chance.
Things between Ana and me have been tense since she told me she wanted to move out before the baby is born and get her own place. She’s been touring apartments with her friend Georgia in tow, rather than ask for my help. It’s only a matter of time before she’s gone, and even though I lived alone for a long time before Ana, I know this time, it’ll be different. Quiet. And lonely.
When Owen opens the door to their penthouse apartment, he’s dressed in sweatpants and a green Ice Hawks T-shirt. His feet are bare, and his hair is rumpled in like eight different directions. I guess this is the look of new fatherhood. They’ve only
