Standing in front of Stella’s door, I knock. It is early in the morning for a Sunday. She is surely still asleep, and I’ll feel bad for waking her, but I have nowhere else to go.
On my way out last night, I woke up Jess. I gave her the one-minute summary of events and asked if she could help Lily when she woke up. She nodded, wide-eyed and confused. She’s a good friend. I know she’ll take good care of Lily.
Then, I went to the library. It was pretty desolate, providing me with a decent place to hang out, but the library can only be so accommodating, and I couldn’t sit there any longer.
I’m cold. I’m tired. I’m f*****g miserable. But I can’t go back to my apartment. She’s still there.
I know I’m being a selfish son of a b***h by leaving her there to grieve without me, but I can’t do it.
