Being at the Thompsons' house feels... strange?
"Or maybe it's just that it's not the house you shared with Ian?"
I sigh at the intrusive and outspoken interruption of my conscience. A couple of days ago, Ian called me on the phone, and it was a very sincere conversation.
Can you teach me to see myself through your eyes? Those words stayed with me. So how do I do it when I feel lost myself?
I love him like I never thought I could love anyone, but I can't fool myself. We are completely different.
I snort.
A knock on the door interrupts my self-pity, and I smile a little when Lottie peeks her head in.
"Can I come in?"
"Of course." I wave her in, and she enters, bringing a small tray.
"Susan, our help in the kitchen, made delicious tres leches that you must try."
I straighten
