I parked in front of my apartment building. Everything looked the same except that I hadn’t been there for almost four weeks. Hard to believe, and yet everything in my world was now tilted on its axis. I pulled the laundry bag from the back seat and climbed to the second floor of the once familiar building.
I moved in after Bekka and I split in order to get as far away from her as possible. It was a modest one-bedroom unit in a small building with easy access to shopping. My school district was only a few miles away but far enough that I was not likely to run into students.
As I passed Mrs. Cochran’s apartment, I could hear Pearson mewing. I went to my apartment first and threw in a load of wash before I went over to see him. I told her that he was perfectly fine staying in my apartment,
