Mitch had to get out of the apartment; the walls were closing in on him. He took the stairs, merging on the footpath into the swell of workers heading home. He shivered; walking until he reached the waterline at Fisherman’s Walk and sat down away from the coffee-drinking set. He rang Charlotte, she answered right away.
“Charlie!” He felt his heart rate increase when she answered.
“Mitch, are you alright?”
“Fine, I wanted to call, but I haven’t had a chance before this.”
“I’m glad you called. Where are you?”
Mitch ignored the question. “Is everything OK with you?”
“Everything’s fine,” she said. “When are you coming home?”
“Hopefully, this weekend. I’m looking forward to having some space, sleeping in my own bed and doing a few other things.”
“Uh-huh. Like what?” Charlotte teased.
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