ANNA
TWO MONTHS have passed – seemed very quick – since Lanz had my house repaired. I still try to stay in my house as much as possible, and it was practical because it was nearer my work in the coffee shop. He’d gone to business trips a few times, too. On weekends, we stayed in his house. On the work weeks, he often slept in my house. He had clothes now hanging, folded and rolled in my closets. We’ve fallen into a routine. Even Amanda, bless her heart, would have packed food for me to bring Monday morning or would send it through one of his men to stock in my fridge on nights we were tired to spend time to cook.
I preferred eating in. We’d started to avoid restaurants because people around were starting to recognize Alanzo and would stare at us. One even posted a picture of us together
