“There you go, this is the last trip,” Elgin announced, putting a suitcase at his feet. “The apartment is empty, I took all your personal belongings.”
“Thank you,” I say, “stretching out full length on the sofa in his living room.”
He had just emptied my old home. I wouldn’t have been able to do it on my own or even do it at all.
Since Julia’s death, I hardly ate anything, I had constant headaches and slept very badly. I had never been prone to nightmares before, but for the past three nights I had woken up sweating almost every hour. I was exhausted. I was due to start working at the tea room in a week when I was having trouble standing.
“I’ll return the keys to your landlord tomorrow.”
“But tomorrow is Julia’s funeral.”
“I’ll go in the morning. Don’t worry about the funeral,
