GIADA
“You’re staying there?” Sebastian asks over the phone.
“I’ll be back before you come home from work tomorrow.”
“Why are you doing this, Giada? You said you needed time, but you’re putting space between us on purpose. Come home.”
“It’s one night,” I counter. Sleeping at my parents’ house isn’t easy for me either, but I need to get my head straight. There are a lot of strong emotions I need to work through and realistically, it’s going to take me more than one night.
“Fine.” He disconnects the call without even a goodbye and it stings; this whole situation stings. That’s why I’m here, to let it all out in a space where I don’t feel I have to keep it all in.
“How did he take it?” My mom asks. My parents are in the kitchen having an espresso. I pour myself one and join them at
