“I totally understand. I need to make a quick call to check in with my real estate agent anyway.”
We both pull out our phones and get to work. When I open my text conversation with Z, my eyes graze the last words he wrote, carving out my insides a little further.
I’ve done everything I could to push you away.
I hate that he can make me feel so empty with a few careless words. Gritting my teeth, I swear to myself that I will not give him that kind of power over me.
Me: Dad says you offered your apartment to Grace and me. Are you sure about that?
Simple. Straightforward. Unbothered. Not the text of a woman who can’t find herself beneath a landslide of emotions.
Zeno: It’s just an apartment, Luisa. You might as well use it if it’s empty.
It doesn’t feel like just an apartment. It feels
