NALANI
“With the divorce being one step away from getting finalized, have you thought about the next thing in line for you?” Keith asks from the living room while I walk around the kitchen, arranging the three big bags of groceries he just brought for me. He singlehandedly bought everything without collecting a dime from me, so to show my thanks, I invited him in for a late dinner.
“I actually have,” I say with a proud smile. “I can’t believe I stayed that long, living for someone who didn’t deserve it, but the time for self loathing is past. There’s so much to do, so many things to learn and unlearn about myself, and I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“That’s good,” Keith says, coming into the kitchen to drop his plate in the sink. He emptied the leftover homemade lasagna I had plate
