ARIA'S POV
I didn't know what day it was until joe told me.
Not the date. I knew the date. I mean I had stopped tracking how many days since I walked out of my house with one suitcase, which I only realized when I sat down in the coffee shop and couldn't remember the number. Somewhere in the last two weeks it had just stopped mattering.
That felt like the most progress I'd made yet.
Dominic was already there at the same table, he had the same coffee, his laptop open. He looked up when I came in, and something easy moved across his face. An expression of being happy to see someone.
I noticed that I was happy to see him too.
Then I noticed that I noticed. Which meant I was cataloging my own feelings about a man I'd met in a coffee shop, which meant things had shifted somewhere without
