CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXMorgan
Morgan looked around Katie’s apartment. Boxes filled most of the room. Someone was either moving in or moving out. The apartment was spacious, the type of place she always saw herself living in. “Nice place.”
“I’m so glad you could come over. I do love a good girls’ night! Pizza is on the way, hope you like pepperoni,” Katie said gleefully.
“I do. I love any pizza, really.”
“And sorry for the mess.” Katie motioned to the boxes that cluttered the room. “My roommate is moving out.”
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” She wasn’t sure what one said in this situation.
Katie chuckled. “Don’t be sorry, at least not for her. She’s off to get married. Life goes on, right?”
“It most certainly does,” Morgan agreed. In her case, too much life had gone by, and too quickly. But
