Honor
“This is all you’re taking with you?” CeeCee asked me as she carried one of four boxes to my Rubicon.
“I don’t want anything else. I want no reminders of him in my new place. I just want my clothes, shoes, art supplies, and the rest of my baking stuff.”
“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this,” she said.
“I can’t stay, Cee. Knowing how he feels about me, about the way I show him my love. It is killing me inside. I’m not happy anymore. Nothing is bringing me joy.”
“I know, I can tell. And if this is what you need to do to get your joy back, then I’m all for it, because I need my happy friend.”
I gave her a small smile. Once my car was packed, I took the key from my key ring and set it in the middle of the dining room table. I put the letter I had written him right next to i
