She’s right of course, and I can’t stop thinking about it as Wookie and I drag upstairs to go to bed. I flip on my bedroom’s lights and catch a glimpse of myself in the vanity mirror: short hair, stylish clothes, a shine still in my eyes. I look nothing like the woman who married Matthew.
So why do I still feel like her?
Wookie heaves himself onto my bed and collapses into a boneless pile of fluff. I ruffle his fuzzy head and he leans into my hand. “Tired, buddy? Ellie wear you out?”
Wookie gives me a weak tail wag before his eyes clamp shut. Definitely worn out. I smile, peeling off my sweater and silk cami and slipping on an oversized T-shirt. I flip off the light and crawl into bed, wondering what Aiden’s doing.
Then wondering what I’m doing because I like him. A lot.
Maybe more th
