Three days after Nathan left, I still caught myself looking at the seat across the table.
There was no one there anymore. No cup, either. But every time I passed by, I still paused, as if my body was slower than my mind in remembering that he had gone back to school.
Cindy did not notice my distraction. Or maybe she was simply too busy with her own.
She had been slowly trying to adjust to life here. A lot of things that seemed simple to other people took her more time. She never complained, but I knew she was not as relaxed as she tried to look.
Once, I saw her standing in the kitchen, staring at an email on her phone for a long time. Her finger moved back and forth over the screen, as if she knew every word separately, but was not quite sure what they meant together. When Eric passed
