When Matt pulled in to his space in front of his condo, it was after eight. The sun had just set but it wasn’t quite dark. Taking his one nearly empty suitcase, he went inside. The place was clean, as his cleaning lady had been there while he was gone. There was no sign left of his hasty departure nearly three weeks before. In his bedroom he left the luggage next to the closet door and fell across his bed, exhausted. A few minutes later he got back up. The bed felt as though it was vibrating beneath him. It was like he was still on the road.
Instead, he wandered through the house thinking about what he wanted to take to Arizona with him. Alex’s place was already furnished and while she said she’d be happy to get rid of some to make room for his, he didn’t have all that much that was impor
