[Johnny]
Ever since Isolde locked me out of our shared apartment, I’d been practically homeless.
The one thing that kept me from going back there, from breaking down the door or begging the landlord to let me in, was that it was the address I’d used for all my loans. All of them. If the debt collectors came looking, that’s where they’d go first.
And I couldn’t be there when they did.
I’d tried my best. God knows I had. Despite finishing college… well, almost finishing, I’d been unable to land a decent-paying job for years now. And over time, my wife had begun to respect me less and less. I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. That mixture of disappointment and contempt that made my stomach turn.
I’d always tried to make her happy with the little gestures I could affor
