Chapter Twenty-One
Caleb
A week had passed since our night in Anchorage. In the intervening time, we had fallen into a rhythm. Ella insisted she couldn’t stay with me every night. So about every other night, she would be at my house and at her parents’ place in between. Meanwhile, she was actively looking for her own place to stay, which rankled me.
I knew what I wanted—for her to stay with me. Yet, I knew she needed to come to that conclusion on her own without pressure from me.
In the meantime, sporadic bursts of texts from Lance, or the asshole as I called him, continued to come in every few days. I had to give it to the guy, what he lacked in creativity, he tried to make up for with persistence. Rex had let me know the emails also came in similar bursts.
My patience with Lance’s b
