3 WEEKS LATER
"I still can't believe you moved from New York," Cookie said over the phone, and I couldn't help but sigh with contentment.
It still hurt, leaving my old job and handing in my resignation, but in hindsight, it turned out to be the best decision I had made in a very long while.
"It was becoming way too toxic for me. Honestly, it was for the best," I said, stretching my legs out on the couch.
The truth was, I couldn't keep running into my mother, Jackson, or someone from work every time I left the house. I had started to feel physically ill, emotionally drained, and on the verge of depression.
"I agree. So tell me, how's Washington treating you? How's your new place?" she asked curiously.
"Rio bought me this house," I said with a small laugh. "Believe me, I
