9
The first week that followed Ryske’s departure was odd.
Harlow had been living alone in her apartment for a couple of months before meeting Ryske, so it shouldn’t be weird to be there by herself. But, for some reason, without him and his crew around taking up space, the place seemed to echo.
During the second and third week, she tried to adjust, telling herself on a regular basis that she had to move on. A month after he’d told her to take it easy and slipped out into the night, she was beginning to feel like herself again.
Though Harlow still found herself thinking of Ryske when she shouldn’t. Every time her mind wandered it ended up landing on him. On his inability to pick up after himself or make a bed. On his love of Szechuan and greasy blue burgers. On his smirk. His scent. His
