Noah hadn’t been that lonely since the first night he arrived in Los Angeles. He still remembered that night with painful clarity. He hadn’t known a soul, and the apartment he’d leased was the most disgusting little closet he had ever seen. Noah wasn’t proud of himself, and the memory was still tinted with shame, but he had cried bitterly that night, curled up in the corner because the apartment didn’t come furnished like the ad had claimed. He hadn’t felt like he was a grown man of twenty-three. He had felt like a child, confused and alone, and nothing would ever be bright again.
But he had made it through that first night, and the next morning he’d showered, dressed, and gone to his new job. And the rest of his life had fallen into place. But Noah didn’t think that would happen again. T
