*ONE MONTH LATER*
I stood at the stove stirring a pot of sauce. The cheese wasn't melting the way I wanted it to, and I worried it might burn. Just one more thing to stress about.
Maybe butter would help. I cut a little square off the stick and dropped it into the pot. Absent-mindedly, I stared around the apartment. It looked depressingly empty.
I hadn't realized how much of the art on the walls and the little knick-knacks that decorated the shelves had been Jamie's. A few cardboard boxes sat in the living room, but other than that, she was mostly absent from the space now.
I was thrilled for Jamie and Amelia. I never wanted anyone to think that I wasn't. And, I had been correct, with the money I was making at work now, affording this apartment on my own was totally doable. I was stil
