CHAPTER 4
Two weeks later, Victor climbed into his truck and turned the key in the ignition, preparing for the endless drive to campus and mentally running down the list of items he would need, to be sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. Books for my two classes, note-taking materials, lunch, water bottle. Getting to campus has turned into a bit of a chore. He sighed, but remembering the night he had spent making love to Caroline and then holding her as she slept took away a good bit of the sting. It is nice to be living in her house.
Our house, he reminded himself as he drove past yards coated with old, gray snow. She insists I think of her house as our house. I’m trying but I’ll like it a lot better when I’m contributing financially. He had half a year until he finished his degree, but in
