HUGGING A BLUE THROW cushion to my chest, I curled into a ball on the couch. Before Matt left for work, he’d asked me if I’d stay at his place until he got back. There was no pressing need for me to go home. Or was I already home? Had I just agreed to move in with Matt? It all seemed a blur.
I’d been convinced he was going to dump me, but instead, he asked me to move in with him. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster.
“I’m moving in with Matt,” I whispered to the empty room.
“I’m moving in with Matt!” Even at a shout, it didn’t feel real. I needed to tell another human.
“Hey, Macie,” Emily greeted after the eighth ring, sounding slightly out of breath. “Can you give me five and I’ll call you back?”
Izzie’s sing-song voice echoed in the background, “Mummy, come and wipe my bottom.”
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